James McIntyre

(25 May 1828 – 31 March 1906 / Forres, Scotland)

Ladies Aid - Poem by James McIntyre

After chatting with each friend,
We our way to the table wend ;
On it we all do make a raid,
And this we call a Ladies' Aid.

'Tis pleasant way of taking tea,
Improvement on the old soiree;
On such a time as this we find
Food for body and for mind.

Gladly all obey the call
To attend this pleasant social,
And we hope none will lament
The time and money they have spent.

The matron and the comely maid
And youths attend the Ladies' Aid ;
But now we close our short refrain,
And hope to meet you all again.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 4, 2012



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