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My family and indeed, the entire large posterity of my parents' family, almost all of whom are singers and instrumentalists, have my mother, Ruth Green, to thank for the music that has enriched our lives and our service for the last 60-odd years. I do not forget the sacrifice of my father in providing lessons for his five daughters. Mama sent us to our performances saying, "Do pretty," and then attended every one of them. They laid the foundation of the tradition of training and performance that has come down in each one of our families. I am most grateful.
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My family and indeed, the entire large posterity of my parents' family, almost all of whom are singers and instrumentalists, have my mother, Ruth Green, to thank for the music that has enriched our lives and our service for the last 60-odd years. I do not forget the sacrifice of my father in providing lessons for his five daughters. Mama sent us to our performances saying, "Do pretty," and then attended every one of them. They laid the foundation of the tradition of training and performance that has come down in each one of our families. I am most grateful.
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Lyrics: Go, lovely rose, tell her that wastes her time and me
That now she knows when I resemble her to thee
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Tell her that's young and shuns to have her graces spied
That hadst thou sprung in deserts where no men abide
Thou must have uncommended died.
Small is the worth of beauty from the light retired.
Bid her come forth, suffer herself to be desired
And not blush so to be admired.
Then die, that she the common fate of all things rare
May read in thee how small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
The poem is by Edmund Waller, 1606 - 1687
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