Come ye sons of art: Sound the Trumpet

Sound the trumpet, sound the trumpet, sound the trumpet!
Sound, sound, sound the trumpet till around
You make the list'ning shores rebound.
On the sprightly hautboy play
All the instruments of joy
That skillful numbers can employ,
To celebrate the glories of this day.



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Purcell, Maurice Blower
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