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| My National Review Online column for September 17, 2004, was a re-working of the fine old English song titled "The Vicar of Bray." Here is the preamble to that column: One of the best-loved old English songs is “The Vicar of Bray,” whose words first showed up in print in the 1730s (though to a tune no longer sung). Bray is a small village near Windsor, in southern England. In the song, the cynical vicar of Bray boasts of how, by "adjusting" his principles, he managed to hold on to his position as vicar through all the politico-religious turmoil of the late 17th and early 18th centuries. You can hear the tune here, though the words shown are slightly different from the ones I was taught. Many NRO readers wanted to hear the song sung, so here is a sound clip. WARNING: It's a big file – nearly 5 Mb, so it will take a while to load if you are working from a dial-up connection. FURTHER WARNING: I can't sing. Sound clip: The Senator of Bray |
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