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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