An ode to Shap Fell Bothy
Feb 7, 2015 16:08:44 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2015 16:08:44 GMT
For those of you who weren't there at the recital...
An ode to Shap Fell Bothy
Shap Fell Bothy, an oasis in the night,
Door wide open, windows beaming candlelight,
Isolated and lonely, way up high a-top the fell,
Bleak and wild and windswept where no earthly soul would dwell.
Curiosity prompts a visit, an adventure to be had,
There's even some who stay all night
But the place could drive you mad.
Full Moon sees a gathering of a crowd with songs to sing,
All are very welcome as are the goodies that they bring,
Beer, wine and brandy have been spilled upon the floor,
And strange black liquorice potions, and still Onion just brings more.
And when Banjo Billy shows his face to the visiting crowd
The volume level inside the place suddenly becomes very loud.
With songs and tales of days gone by, Bill holds them in a trance,
And then, be warned, he'll snatch someone up for a lively ceilidh dance.
The Lakeland Fiddlers are regulars and play a merry jig,
The Wierdstrings entertained us all with a cosy little gig,
Clare Roddy nearly blew the roof off with the power of her voice,
With plenty of raw talent, we are musically spoiled for choice.
Some like to join in the music with bodhran, drums and bells,
Some hardy souls have trod the path which leads down to Shap Wells,
Some spend time there on their own in splendid isolation,
All who visit leave the place with a sense of inspiration.
It's been described by visitors as a Tardis with an upstairs,
But beware, the magic of the place can catch you unawares.
For Moonbase has a power, when the moon is full and bright,
Folk sing and dance and eat and drink far into the night,
Smokers huddle at the door, shivering with cowd,
Whilst others brave the sideways rain, dancing in the road.
Tis only the brave and foolhardy who visit when the wind is strong,
When it gusts and blows and howls and shrieks all day and all night long,
And when it's very windy, do make sure to check the news,
For reports of strange occurrences, such as flying portaloos.
Locals drive past the place on their way to Kendal,
They think the folk who go up there are all a little mental,
“It's just the owd telephone repeater station!”, they exclaim in exasperation,
But if they've time, they'll stop and have a quick conversation.
“Shap Fell's bin 'ere for many a year, long afore we us all born,
And it'll still be 'ere for many a year, long after we're bin and gorn”.
By wvw Feb 2014
An ode to Shap Fell Bothy
Shap Fell Bothy, an oasis in the night,
Door wide open, windows beaming candlelight,
Isolated and lonely, way up high a-top the fell,
Bleak and wild and windswept where no earthly soul would dwell.
Curiosity prompts a visit, an adventure to be had,
There's even some who stay all night
But the place could drive you mad.
Full Moon sees a gathering of a crowd with songs to sing,
All are very welcome as are the goodies that they bring,
Beer, wine and brandy have been spilled upon the floor,
And strange black liquorice potions, and still Onion just brings more.
And when Banjo Billy shows his face to the visiting crowd
The volume level inside the place suddenly becomes very loud.
With songs and tales of days gone by, Bill holds them in a trance,
And then, be warned, he'll snatch someone up for a lively ceilidh dance.
The Lakeland Fiddlers are regulars and play a merry jig,
The Wierdstrings entertained us all with a cosy little gig,
Clare Roddy nearly blew the roof off with the power of her voice,
With plenty of raw talent, we are musically spoiled for choice.
Some like to join in the music with bodhran, drums and bells,
Some hardy souls have trod the path which leads down to Shap Wells,
Some spend time there on their own in splendid isolation,
All who visit leave the place with a sense of inspiration.
It's been described by visitors as a Tardis with an upstairs,
But beware, the magic of the place can catch you unawares.
For Moonbase has a power, when the moon is full and bright,
Folk sing and dance and eat and drink far into the night,
Smokers huddle at the door, shivering with cowd,
Whilst others brave the sideways rain, dancing in the road.
Tis only the brave and foolhardy who visit when the wind is strong,
When it gusts and blows and howls and shrieks all day and all night long,
And when it's very windy, do make sure to check the news,
For reports of strange occurrences, such as flying portaloos.
Locals drive past the place on their way to Kendal,
They think the folk who go up there are all a little mental,
“It's just the owd telephone repeater station!”, they exclaim in exasperation,
But if they've time, they'll stop and have a quick conversation.
“Shap Fell's bin 'ere for many a year, long afore we us all born,
And it'll still be 'ere for many a year, long after we're bin and gorn”.
By wvw Feb 2014