THE THURNSCOE HARMONIC MALE VOICE CHOIR.   EST  1924

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THE THURNSCOE SOUND.   BY   ALBERT HAIGH.

Not in town or city swell, but in a village, where miners dwell,

The old folk talk of days gone by, recalling dear friends with a sigh,

Of men who met to form a choir and started a movement, to inspire,

Men of song and men of vision, who gave themselves a special mission,

To express themselves with heart and soul, striving towards a special goal,

The conductor guiding, cajoling, praising, that elusive quality, ever chasing,

Tenor, Bass and Baritone section, seeking tone and pitch perfection,

Till at last, they finally found, that wonderful, beautiful, Thurnscoe Sound,

Now singers come from far and near, to join this choir we hold so dear,

Making vast efforts and giving up time, that we may enjoy their music, sublime,

Reaching standards of the highest acclaim, befitting of the Thurnscoe name,

Always giving of their very best, that we may feel, enriched and blessed,

Thank you choir, your conductor too, and the lovely pianist’s who accompany you,

We hold you in the highest esteem, for together you make the perfect team,

When the trumpets of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more,

When the men who make the Thurnscoe Sound, shall stand at Heaven’s door,

All the angels shall applaud, as these gallant gentlemen,

Stand before their God and sing, that final, great, Amen.

When Albert wrote this poem, he summed up the choir in just these few words. Even more remarkably, Albert was a non-singing member and attended all rehearsals to help out with anything he could. Collecting subscriptions, tote monies and many other things.

If you would like to read more of our history we have produced a book containing facts from our

100 years. Only £10.00 available from members or by contacting the secretary.

PORTRAIT OF A SONG by RON FEATHERSTONE.

Our voices are like the Artists brush, Each stroke with love is made,

The tune provides the palette, Where we mix our light and shade

The words supply the colour, Sometimes dark and sometimes bright,

Our hearts provide the feelings, That give the portrait life,

If you will be our canvas and listen to our song,

With words and music we will paint, a portrait of a song.

HISTORY

A COUPLE OF POEMS WRITTEN BY MEMBERS & A LINK TO THE HISTORY OF THE CHOIR.