(One man comes on the stage and turns back to shout, "Where are the others?" A reply comes from the wings, "They've gone for a drink". The man on the stage calls out, "A fine Manager you are, letting them go off at a time like this". Then he turns to the audience, motions to the orchestra, and starts to sing.)
I've practiced a glee and it gave me great glee
For to sing a glee you must be gleeful
It should be a quartette but as I'm alone
I can't sing a quartette of course on my own
Of troubles my lot seems to be full
My tenor, and alto, and baritone too
Have given me the slip, so I'm going to ask you,

Chorus: Will you sing this glee with me
Will you harmonise?
Let the music rise to the topmost top, top C
If you will sing this glee with me
I shall not feel so forlorn
Now the words you know, let yourself go
Hail smiling morn, smiling morn, smiling morn, will you mourn?

To sing a glee is quite easy for me
For I've got a nice voice when you sound me
I'd sing it alone but it cannot be done
I couldn't try solo for I'm only one
And I must have abundance around me
It's a popular glee and you really can't fail
When you come to 'Hail smiling morn' give it hail!


(Shouting in the wings distracts the singer. He turns towards the wings and says, ''What? So you've come back have you? Well it's too late now. I don't need you. I've got the Sheffield Municipal Choir out here to help me. And don't you expect to be paid for a nonappearance". He turns back to the audience. "Now let's show them why we don't need them.")

Written and composed by W. David & G. Arthurs
Recorded 1910 by Wilkie Bard (1874-1944)
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