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1. Trio.

(Air—"Three Little Maids.")

Wagner, Verbrugghen and Hill.

The Three:
Three great musicians here you see,
Bumptious as ever we can be;
Pictured and posing incessantly,
Three great musicians we.

Wagner:
Mine is the great gotterdammerung.

Hill:
(The name of his father, who was hung.)
Verbruggen: Pardon our Alfred's slip of the tongue.

Wag. and Verbrug.:
He's a musician too.
Hill: I'm a musician too.

All:
One musician's a blighted Hun and
One is an over-baked Belgian bun, and
One from a suburb of Wellington—Yes.

The Three:
Three great musicians, we.

Wagner:
I'm always trying new tonal tricks.

Verbrug.:
And Australasian tours I fix.

Hill:
While at the "Triad" I hurl great bricks.

The Three:
Three great musicians, we.

Wagner:
To me music's a cause for joy.

Verbrug.:
You can't have run a state band, my boy.

Hill:
And you've not heard my Waiati Poi."

The Three:
Three great musicians, we.

Hill:
One was an over-worked Teuton mutt—and
One's a conductor who's now gone fut, and
One was born in the Lower Rutt—so

The Three:
Three great musicians, we.