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!