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gnomiSo mabfan and I met for lunch downtown (as is our usual pattern for Tuesday), and as we're walking back to the T along Tremont St., we pass a tour group being led by a woman in Colonial garb. Just as we pass, she starts leading them in song:
"My country, 'tis of thee/Sweet land of liberty/Of thee I sing."
As we pass, I sing -- not softly, but not loudly, either, andmabfan joins in -- "Send her victorious/Happy and glorious/Long to reign o'er us/God save the Queen."
We then sang the next stanza ("Oh, Lord our God arise/Scatter her enemies/And make them fall./Confound their politics/Frustrate their knavish tricks/On thee our hopes we fix/God save us all") as we headed across Park St. to the T.
mabfan and I met for lunch downtown (as is our usual pattern for Tuesday), and as we're walking back to the T along Tremont St., we pass a tour group being led by a woman in Colonial garb. Just as we pass, she starts leading them in song:"My country, 'tis of thee/Sweet land of liberty/Of thee I sing."
As we pass, I sing -- not softly, but not loudly, either, and
mabfan joins in -- "Send her victorious/Happy and glorious/Long to reign o'er us/God save the Queen."We then sang the next stanza ("Oh, Lord our God arise/Scatter her enemies/And make them fall./Confound their politics/Frustrate their knavish tricks/On thee our hopes we fix/God save us all") as we headed across Park St. to the T.
