76 TROMBONES
(c)1957 M. Willson 

 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 virtuosos;
 the cream of every 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 every 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 his big fat say

 There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery
 Thundering, thundering, louder than before
 Clarinets of every size and trumpeters who'd improvise 
 A full octave higher than the score 

 Seventy six trombones hit the counter point 
 While a hundred and ten cornets played the air 
 To the rhythm of 'Harch Harch Harch!'
 All the kids began to march
 And they're marching still, right today