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V The program - This grand folksong had all the pain & pleasure of the Springtime. As I walked out our morning, In the springtime of the year, I overheard a sailor boy, Likewise a lady fair. They sang a song together, made the valleys for to ring, While the birds on spray And the meadows gay Proclaimed the lovely spring. If the bare words are lovely - the song with its rises & falls was that much rarer - They sang several duets - one by two of the girls simply superb - Purcell's elegy on the death of Queen Anne - rich & full & very fine - Beautifully sung - Purcell caught at this funeral in Westminster Abbey, the chill from which he died at the age of 36. Music is good for the soul. I send Dad a piece on antiques from the Sun & you a photo of a Picasso - it looks in reproduction a little like a rather pleasant Goya - In reality it is pretty terrible