We entered into local competitions
At Musical Festivals throughout the Dales.
We memorized our words, each note of music
And won the cup each time – we never failed!
Enthus'd, we went to try our luck at Morecambe
Where Marg'ret warned the standard would be higher,
But trepidation ran throughout our little party
When we saw th'enormous size of th'opposing choirs!!
We wanted to turn back but Marg'ret stopped us,
She said “I can appreciate your fear,
But outside's cold, wet and windy with a sea – fret,
Stay put, take part, enjoy, since now you're here.”
We'd brought our new blue uniforms to sing in
(slower) That made things worse – we stood self – conscientiously!
(& slower)We tried - though petrified - our best a third place ---
A day emblazoned on our memory!!