Henry Purcell - Come, ye sons of Art - Sound the trumpet Lyrics

Lyrics Come, ye sons of Art - Sound the trumpet - Henry Purcell



Sound the trumpet till around;
You make the listening shores rebound
On the sprightly hautboy play.
All the instruments of joy
That skilful numbers can employ
To celebrate the glories of this day.



Writer(s): Henry Purcell, Emily Crocker


Henry Purcell - The Glory of Henry Purcell
Album The Glory of Henry Purcell
date of release
16-05-1995




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