| October 2003 | Series 28 No 5 |


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How beautiful the trees around They spread their roots upon the ground And underneath the shady leaves Protection from the sun receives The viaduct does not impede The views of pasture and of mead Where happy couples wend their way To spend the evening of the day These think of love, and others sport Like those who play on 'Baker's Court' Who 'one and all' acclaim this toast Our gracious hostess and our host Look at 'Old B' pray give him scope As nimble as an Antelope No fairer player can you meet Either in Victory or Defeat Then dear 'FJ' he does not trouble And hardly ever serves a double His hearty laugh, always the same A fine exponent of the Game Just notice 'Brownie' on the seat Her darling Rex, so hard to beat They dearly love this 'Bakerland' Far more than India's coral strand Oh! Wiggington you do produce Three players who often get to deuce Winnie and Marj and Brother Tom A sparkling trio midst the throng There's Joyce and John, twin pair of J's Fly down from 'Nill' on most weekdays Dear little Gwen, demure and quiet And chaperoned by Mrs Hiatt |
Improving player, we all know His presence with us does bestow On motorbike, all spick and span Fine model of an Englishman Down garden path such grace appears Deserving of three hearty cheers So lithe and active you may bet Dear Hilda when you leap the net And who is this suggests a match Behold! It is the voice of 'Spatch' In many games has won renown Watts, her name from London Town And Stratford Maud, we don't forget Down at the Laurels, Fathers Pet On Tennis Courts she loves to roam Yet always thinks of Home Sweet Home And Allen May, the old man's daughter Is now at Bourton-on-the-Water Ah well! Perhaps we've not quite lost her In that fair spot of County Gloucester Oh Coppage Duih flower of the flock Arriving late, tis eight o'clock My darlings, I've been fast asleep Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep And many parents come to view Broken friendships to renew New friends we love, but yet we're told There's nothing beats the Friends of Old This glorious sunshine will revive Fond memories of one nine two five All looking forward without fear To meet again another year. |