Have you seen the Lord Mayor
In his tricorn headgear Saluting all the people From his Mansion House perch? In his eyes, all you see is pride his family squarely at his side Procession rolling past With floats, bands and so much more So, why would you tell me, the show’s not for you And say for you that the pomp don’t work? Let me take you by the hand and lead you past the float of Thriplow I'll show you something to make you change your mind Have you seen our Bronze Age Chieftan Who leads us out so bravely Beard all aflame And stole falling down? He’s no time for talking He just keeps right on walking Leading us out Yellow Barrows in his wake So, why would you tell me, the show’s not for you And say for you that the pomp don’t work? Let me take you by the hand and lead you past the float of Thriplow I'll show you something to make you change your mind With Rev Ang behind the trusty Haf And two lines of Yellow Barrows Cricket team a’marching with Lisa T in their midst Looking at the world Over the rim of her tea pot Avoiding weaving barrows Until it’s time to cry Howzat So, why would you tell me, the show’s not for you And say for you that the pomp don’t work? Let me take you by the hand and lead you past the float of Thriplow I'll show you something to make you change your mind Have you seen our Wing Commander With his go faster flight suit The fit might be appalling But he still carries himself with pride He’s no time for jetlag Box, weave, peel and salute Just another Thriplow hero On streets that cry out our name So, why would you tell me, the show’s not for you And say for you that the pomp don’t work? Let me take you by the hand and lead you past the float of Thriplow I'll show you something to make you change your mind Who are these apparitions? With bright lips of ruby red Guiding bright yellow barrows Prompting spontaneous applause Gill, Sarah, Mandy, Lisa Morag, Di and Sergeant German Not forgetting our brave lads Making up numbers in the rear So, why would you tell me, the show’s not for you And say for you that the pomp don’t work? Let me take you by the hand and lead you past the float of Thriplow I'll show you something to make you change your mind Our time with the Lord Mayor Is well and truly over Back to reality with a bump that wasn’t seen Yellow barrows just a memory (at least until the next time) An experience to savour for this year and evermore So, why would you tell me, its over And say no barrows anymore? Its session time at Morags, the drinks will be a’flowing So, whiteboards at the ready, for future plans and more high jinks
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