With songs that evolved from a primeval flood,
Of fishermen fishing and men drawing blood.
With folk in deep water all trying to sleep,
Of children with eyes closed not daring to peep.

Each year we return to the same piece of ground,
To listen, to take in those old Folkie sounds.
If you have not heard them then sure you must come,
To our festival this year at old Blitherscrum.

Written by Anon from Upper Ramsbottom