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Plas-y-Nant Excursion Leaders Book

An Excursion Leaders Lament

The following Lament was included in the "Plas-y-Nant Excursion Leaders Book" (1951-1952)

A Dirge :- "Pity The Man" or "An Excusrion Leaders Lament"

By Keith H Waterman
Pity the man who leads alone
The people from this mountain home
O'er moor and torrent, crag and fen
And next week does it all again;
Who always goes the extra mile
And has to wear a silly smile
Although each joint and junction creak
And he’d like to sleep for quite a week;
Who scrambles up steep Snowdon tracks
With fifteen macs in his rucksack
Who’d like to lunch at ease on ground
But who has to hand the darn stuff round
At peace in buses he can’t sit
But has to make the numbers fit
He sees the back seat occupied
But there himself may never ride
If there’s a rotten game to play
Who’s sent outside the door ?
If coins are dropped and roll away
Who grovels on the floor ?
Who just when he himself would like to play
Must shut the front door tight
And send the lasses off to bed
And not kiss one goodnight
Who has to keep you bright and gay
Though doubts and fears his feelings harrow
And though he would like to stray
Keeps strictly to the straight and narrow
I wonder what they think of him ?
This blighted youth with figure slim
With boney knees and visage grim
Who answers to your slightest whim
Do people here from towns in Lancs
Say they are disgusted with his pranks
Or do Yorkshire men from Hull
Remark “Eh – yon lads very dull”
Do Northerners both Scot and Pict
Think that he is far too strict
Or do the folk from Halifax
Consider he is much too lax
What think they all, he’d like to know
But ignorant he on must go
Guessing what you think of him
From nasty looks and glances grim
So pity the man who sad and lone
At days end leads you all back home
And when at long last he has gone
Remember one who led you on
And shed a tear now gentle reader
For your poor hard worked excursion leader.
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