This is a song, to the tune of Jerusalem, Lorna found amongst her papers!
And there are those who wonder why
We flock once a month to village halls
We go to enjoy our W.I.
And get away from Homes’ four walls
We learn our crafts and have a chat,
Hear speakers talk on this or that
We scout the countryside near or far
for fruit for one or two pound jar.
Bring us a store of ripened plums
In our kitchens we will toil
We’ll stir the lot til evening comes,
Until we get a rolling boil.
And what if turmoil rule the World
Here in our kitchens we will stand
An we will sing Jerusalem
And make some green and pleasant jam.
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