Harold:   Seventy-six trombones led the big parade   With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.   They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuo-   Sos, the cream of ev'ry famous band.      Seventy-six trombones caught the morning sun   With a hundred and ten cornets right behind   There were more than a thousand reeds    Springing up like weeds   There were horns of ev'ry shape and kind.      There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons   Thundering, thundering all along the way.   Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons,   Each bassoon having it's big, fat say!      There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery   Thundering, thundering louder than before   Clarinets of ev'ry size   And trumpeters who'd improvise   A full octave higher than the score!