University Men's Chorus will share the stage with the Purdue Varsity Glee Club. Free and open to the public.

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PROGRAM

Purdue Varsity Glee Club
William E. Griffel, senior director
Scott Hines, assistant director/accompanist 

Selections to be announced 

~~Intermission~~ 

Small Ensembles 
Selections to be announced

BGSU Men’s Chorus 
Dr. Richard Schnipke, conductor 
C.J. Capen, pianist 
Brock Burkett, graduate assistant  

Songs We Share: A Legacy of Community 

Gaudeamus 
Arr. Marshall Bartholomew (1885-1978) 
Traditional German Melody 

Latin: 
Gaudeamus igitur 
Juvenes dum sumus. 
Post jucundam juventutem 
Post molestam senectutem 
Nos habebit humus. 
Vivat academia, vivant professores! 
Vivat membrum quodlibet, 
vivant membra quaelibet 
Semper sint in flore. 

English Translation: 
Therefore let us party 
While we are young! 
After pleasant youth 
After troublesome old age 
The earth will have us! 
Long live the university! 
Long live the professors! 
Long live any student! 
Long live any students whatsoever! 
May they always be the best! 

I Come Singing 
Text by Jacob Auslander 
Composed by Eric William Barnum (b. 1979) 
Charles Ligus, percussion 

I come singing the keen sweet smell of grass
Cut after rain,
And the cool ripple of drops that pass
Over the grain, And the drenched light drifting across the plain. 
I come chanting the mad bloom of the fall.
And the swallows
Rallying in clans to the rapid call
From the hollows,
And the wet west wind swooping down on the swallows. 
I come shrilling the sharp white of December,
The night like quick steel
Swung by a gust in its plunge through the pallid ember
Of dusk, and the heel
Of the fierce green dark grinding the stars like steel. 

Haste Thee, Nymph from L’Allegro, Il Penseroso ed Il Moderato (HWV 55) 
George Frederic Handel (1685-1759) 
Ed. & arr. Eugene Rogers 
Sarah Luebke, soprano soloist 

Air: 
Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee 
Jest and youthful jollity, 
Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, 
Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles 
Such as hang on Hebe’s cheek, 
And love to live in dimple sleek, 
Sport, that wrinkled care derides, 
And laughter, holding both his sides. 

Chorus: 
Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee 
Jest, and youthful jollity; 
Sport, that wrinkled care derides, 
And laughter, holding both his sides. 

We Toast the Days 
Linda Kachelmeier (b. 1965) 
Grayson Abend and Aaron Roos, soloists

When the clock strikes twelve 
And another year has gone, 
I give a kiss to you 
As remembrance of the past we have shared 
And the future yet to come. 
We toast the days, both good and bad, 
The old friends and the new. 
When the clock strikes twelve 
And another year has gone, 
I give a kiss to you. While the night is long 
And the bitter cold has come, 
We lengthen our embrace 
To sustain us as we mourn our regrets 
And the fear of days unknown. 
We toast the days… 
As we stand on the edge 
Of another bright new year, 
I take your hand in mine 
With assurance of 
The courage we will find 
And the hope that leads us on. 
We toast the days… 

Leron, Leron sinta 
Traditional Filipino folk song 
arr. Saunder Choi (b. 1988) 

Tagalog: 
Leron, Leron sinta, buko ng papaya 
Dala-dala’y buslo, sisidlan ng bunga, 
Pagdating sa dulo’y, nabali ang sanga. 
Kapos kapalaran, humanap ng iba. 
Gumising ka, neneng; Tayo’y manampalok. 
Dalhin mo ang buslong, sisidlan ng hinog. 
Pagdating sa dulo’y, lalamba-lambayog. 
Kumapit ka, neneng; Baka ka mahulog. 
Ang iibigin ko’y babaeng maganda. 
Ang rosas niya’y pito; Ang saya niya’y siyam. 
Ang lalakarin niya’y parte ng dinulang. 
Isang pinggang pansit ang kanyang kalaban. 

English: 
Leron, Leron my dear, blossoms of the papaya tree, 
With a bamboo basket, he’d gather some fruits. 
But when he reached the top (of the tree) the branch broke. 
Oh, what a trick of fate, he had to search for another. 
Wake up, *neneng; let’s pick some tamarind fruits. 
Take the bamboo baskets, to put the ripe ones in. 
Upon reaching the top (of the tree), the branches swayed heavily. 
Hold on tight, neneng, as you might fall. 
The one I will love is a beautiful girl. 
She has seven roses and nine dresses. 
The journey she will take is the distance of a table. 
A plate of noodles is her foe! 
*neneng is a colloquial term referring to a girl, and does not have an adequate English translation. 

Forward Falcons!
Wayne Bohrnstedt, Gilbert Fox, & Edith Ludwig Bell
arr. Will Baughman (b. 1993)
Aaron Roos, conductor

Forward Falcons!
Fight for victory.
BGSU!
Show our spirit.
Make them fear it.
Fight for ol’ BG
Forward Falcons!
Make the contest keen.
Hold up the fame
Of our mighty name
And win for Bowling Green
When all is but a memory
Of the bygone days
We’ll remember them always,
Those good ol’ by gone days
Ay Ziggy Zoomba Zoomba Zoomba
Ay Ziggy Zoomba Zoomba Ze
Ay Ziggy Zoomba Zoomba Zoomba
Ay Ziggy Zoomba Zoomba Ze
Roll along you BG warriors
Roll along and win for BGSU!

Combined Choirs

Purdue Hymn 
Alfred B. Kirchhoff 

Close by the Wabash, in famed Hoosier land 
Stands old Purdue, serene and grand. 
Cherished in mem’ry 
By all her sons and daughters true. 
Fair alma mater, all hail Purdue! 
Fairest in all the land, our own Purdue! 

Alma Mater 
Edith Ludwig Bell (1929-1988) 
arr. John M. Hyde 

Alma mater hear us
As we praise thy name.
Make us worthy sons and daughters
Adding to thy fame. 
Time will treat you kindly
And some years from now you’ll be
Ever dearer to our hearts,
Our University 
From the halls of Ivy
Over to the campus scene,
Chimes ring out with gladness
For our dear Bowling Green. 
When all is but a memory
Of the bygone days,
Hear our hymn dear Alma mater
As thy name we praise. 

Brothers, Sing On! 
Edvard Greig (1843-1907) 
arr. Howard D. McKinney

Come and let our swelling song
Mount like the whirling wind,
As it meets our singing throng,
So Blithe of heart and mind 
Care and sorrow now be gone
Brothers, sing on! 

Youth is a wand’ring troubadour 
Sailing the singing breeze, 
Wooing a maid on a distant shore, 
Over the tossing seas; 
Steering by the stars above, 
His vessel a song of love. 
Brothers, sing on! 

Errant minstrels, thus we greet you, 
List to our voices strong, 
With glad and open hearts we meet you 
In our festival of song. 
Care and sorrow now be gone, 
Brothers, sing on! 

PERSONNEL

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