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Ullswater Canoe Expedition (SueB) (with apologies to a Northumbrian folk song)
Blow the wind southerly, ever so gent-er-ley Blow the wind south to the head of the lake. Seventeen boats with tea shops in the offing, Plied paddle to lunch stops, then onward for tea.
Eyes could not see it, wherever the camp stop be, Till on the hillside before them it lay. Bags were dragged heavily, tents put up cleverly, All settled down beside glowing camp fire.
The night it was cold and the slope it was slippery, Folk slid in their sleep, rolling into a heap. But sore eyes were delighted when morning sun lighted The beauty of mountains reflected in lake.
Blow the wind southerly, northerly, anyway, Blow just a breath to sail boats on their way. Paddles were lifted and laden craft drifted on, Tea shops were visited, picnics were eaten,
'Til gentle breeze rose up to make glad the heart. As all were borne happily, homewardly on. Blew the wind northerly, westerly, northerly, Blew the wind north and the fleet home for tea.
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