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1. Trio.

(Air—"Three Little Maids.")

Wagner, Verbrugghen and Hill.

The Three:
Three great, musicians here you see,
Bumptions as ever we ran 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' am 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 bare run a state hand, my boy.

Hill:

And you've not heard my Waiati Poi."

The Three:

Three great musicians, we.

Hill:,
One was an over-worked Tenton 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.