
A long weekend, three days away
From the office, so let’s make hay
While the sun shines on every terrace and garden
The oft-drenched fields begin to harden.
Whit Sunday, Whit Monday: since Easter: 50 days
The faithful mark the occasion in so many ways:
While you could be part of a Whitsun parade
Chapmans’ wear parts continue to be made
In Sheffield, Steel City, a jewel in Yorkshire’s crown
Supplying goods to the world, of international renown.
Scorched fields may change colour, no longer lush green
It’s dry for a change, go out and be seen
Be you a lady or gent, young or old
Continue your story: until now untold….
