Well Ruth, with your contacts I thought I could print everyone a copy, and make you give it to them. For you I wrote this: WHITSUN 08 Rain rain rain rain rain rain rain then it gets worse and rains again We dance a set, get soaking wet then go out and do the same (again) No fiddles in sight cos its too damp God bless those that chose to camp The crowds are small, they aint no fool Now its cold and Ive got cramp After lunch it did get drier Each dance we jumped a little higher Back came the crowd to shout aloud as Potter they do admire! Out came the fiddle later in the day to play a bit of Shepherds Hey Not played well but what the hell So we danced to Stop the Cavalry! Then in the pub that evening Our squire Francis songs did sing Out came my box (melodeon that is) and eliza did fox by playing melodies quite baffling!
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