We shall loose, but we shall miss him,
Tho' we've practiced everywhere.
We do our best to try to hit him,
But our arrows hit but air.
When a year ago we gathered
Life was in his pale blue eye
Now the apple's not yet scattered
And our marksmanship a lie.

          --Gustav Holster, William Tell Overture in D flat minor,
            op. 485, E. 1907, "Big Joe" Green, conducting. Berlin:
            Dutchy's Grammaphone WQ371, p1912.

(This is a VERY rare recording. You should be all a-quiver.)