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My choir teacher had this posted to her wall. It was in cartoon form, and she (or someone) and crossed out “pig” and replaced it with “tenor.”
Poor tenors.
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Because you have returned to the blog side.
The nuns in grade school taught me how to sing. They needed boy sopranos to sing for Christmas, Easter and funerals, which is why I sang this more than any song in my life.
“Dies iræ! Dies illa
Solvet sæclum in favilla:
Teste David cum Sibylla!”
Ah, the pre-Vatican II music full of scary stuff.
Yeah, but it sure sounded great sung by angelic voices echoing off the gothic structures.