They went to work in FP, they did,
In FP they went to work:
In spite of all their friends could say,
Each Wednesday morn and throughout the day
In FP they went to work.
And tho' they said "we don't like to dig.
We don't care a button! We don't care a fig!
In FP we'll go to work".
Quaint to view, quaint to view
Is the Bothy where the volunteers lurk,
With mugs all mildewed green, and sometimes blue,
In FP they went to work.
Each morning to the barrow they'd go
With plants and veg to put on a show -
Courgettes, zinnias and cosmos tall -
Anything to have Joe Public in thrall
To buying readily.
And once they'd counted all the cash
To the Eight Bells Inn they all would dash
And drink the takings eagerly.
Quaint to view, quaint to view
Is the Bothy where the volunteers lurk,
With mugs al mildewed green, and sometimes blue,
In KP they went to work.
Their favourite task is washing pots,
Or failing which then lots and lots
Of edging in the garden walled
With hoes, long handles and half-moons (so called)
To keep all neat and trim.
And at ten to twelve when the church bell sounds
They'd pause and survey all the grounds,
And ease each aching limb.
Quaint to view, quaint to view
Is the Bothy where the volunteers lurk,
With mugs all mildewed green, and sometimes blue,
In FP they went to work.
When FP's byways they would ramble
And come across a hideous bramble,
They'd bare their teeth and snarl with rage,
Regardless of its sex or age,
And hack it to the ground.
In a bag they'd throw it (plus the root) -
About good compost they couldn't give a hoot -
And dump it on the mound.
Quaint to view, quaint to view
Is the Bothy where the volunteers lurk,
With mugs all mildewed green, and sometimes blue,
In FP they went to work.
And at the ending of another day
They'd say goodbye to Sophie, Josh and Faye
(Not forgetting Chrises A and R)
And head for their dwellings near and far.
Each one can feel they've played a part
In maintaining such a glorious spot
(As a venue FP really is red hot)
A triumph for Lucy Hart!
Quaint to view, quaint to view
Is the Bothy where the volunteers lurk,
With mugs all mildewed green, and sometimes blue,
Which really is a special perk.
Jamie Atwell