These four wrote a song for The Bridge Singers’ end-of year party. They are Jenny, Rebekah, Penny and Shuna. And here are their words, to the tune of My Bonny Lies Over The Ocean:
To the tune of ‘My bonnie lies over the ocean’
When Cheryl took over the choir
She helped us no longer be shrill
She taught us to sing round and higher
But one thing eluded her still
Look up, Look up, oh look up you singers at me, at me
Look up, look up, oh look up you singers at me.
Our songs are delivered with gusto
We don’t often MP or P
We like to ramp up a crescendo
Prompting Cheryl to dance with glee
Look up, Look up……….
Our Cheryl is quite a composer
We’ve had windows and glass and three trees
We’re not sure we’re always so tuneful
But boy can we manage a “b”
She’s fond of bananas and peanuts
She likes a red telephone box
She takes photos of workmen in high viz
And turns sheep into crisp barbershop
Her emails encourage and gladden
They tell of our triumphs and more
They urge us to learn all the verses
And stick to the notes on the score
Cheryl’s lot as conductor’s a hard one
With rests and luftpause abhored
She aims for rhythmic cohesion
Syncopation is always ignored
The Altos are often quite favoured
Cheryl sings with their part frequently
She prefers us to sing a capella
Though the tuning fork bruises her knee
Our Cheryl has said there’s an error
The sops said the altos went wrong
The tenors all looked down in terror
The basses asked what page are we on
Cheryl likes us to smile and look cheerful
Regardless of wind, cloud or rain
This was hard when the basses at Brinkburn
Had bat protest poop on their brain.
We’ve sung concerts in Longfram and Felton
At Blagdon and Acklington
Amid hoots and steam at the railway
On the bridge during Feltonbury
Cheryl’s there to conduct us with vigour
We smile whilst we sing harmony
She mouths the words if we forget them
But how many of us will see…….
Here’s a little snippet from the performance:
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