The end of our project sadly is nigh,
But we fully intend to go out on a high.
Week after week, we've come to rehearse,
Keenly perfecting every chorus and verse.
We came together and got the job done,
But we have to say that it's been great fun.
Each week we rehearsed, we put in the graft,
But, along the way, we shared some good laughs.
We worked through all those wintry nights,
Keeping our performance firmly in sight.
Now come March, we've welcomed the spring,
And up on stage, we are all set to sing.
The songs that we'll sing are all brand new:
Of Andover town, they give a good overview.
Through the songs, we'll tell our story:
Tales of hardship and tales of glory.
We'll sing about the great Weyhill Fair,
About the workhouse and the scandal there.
As well as songs recalling our history,
We'll sing of nature and the A303.
By the time that the final note has been sung,
The hearts of our audience, we will have won.
Fond memories in our minds will always remain,
From the very first note to the final refrain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem