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September 20th Ant-Hal (by Colin Ross)

September 20th Ant-Hal

“Here we go again, Off down the road again,
Leave Antig’nish, Hal’fax bound.”

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After havin’ a rest day
Recharging vocal chords,
We’re leaving Antigonish,
Halifax, towards.

Karl and Fred left early,
For most, that seems absurd,
To rise before the cockcrows,
They are the “early bird”.

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Our bus has just been loaded
With luggage, - now with folk,
A headcount done and tallied,
To leave ONE, is no joke.

While John Black was a teacher
Though maths, NOT his forte,
He makes sure no one’s missing,
And keeps us all at bay.

Our ‘Searg-at-arms’ unable
On this trip, to attend,
His ‘second in command’, has done
A job we can commend.

A cloudy day, but thus far,
It’s keeping dry, -  no rain,
For Lester, with the wipers goin’
‘Twould really be a pain.

Our first stop is at Truro
Some need a bladder break,
A stretch of legs, position change,
Does ‘happy people’ make.

Bob B’s  made an announcement,
We had some dropping jaws,
In dollars, 18,000 raised
For all the various cause.

Although we’re feeling humbled
He says, proud, we should be,
Of the achievements we’ve ALL done
By singing endlessly.

And that amount will increase,
For we will sing again,
To help raise, yet more needed funds,
This group of choral men.

And don’t forget our ‘ladies’
Th’energy they exhaust,
Our Nat. and Sheila ’ccompan’ing,
Without them, we’d be lost.

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We’ve had our ‘leg-stretch’, changed posit.
And feeling quite renewed,
We’re fed and bus-ward have returned
As we had all been cued.

Now Halifax is beckoning
A two night stay ’twill be,
To help raise yet MORE dollars
For those, in need, we see.

At hotel we have landed
And if I know folk well,
Then many will be water bound,
It’s ‘Chocolate Lake Hotel’

“So settle in and get refreshed
At ‘four’, in lobby meet
Then venture o’er to Dartmouth
Prepared to hit the ’beat’ “





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