(by Angela Barker)
The following poem was written
and performed by Angela on the last night of the Folk Club
There’s a famous folk club at Westhoughton, that’s noted for music and song
Where Auld Triangle’s been singing for thirty-five years, how can
anyone sing for so long.
There’s not many folk have that stamina or commitment, I’ll tell you
But there’s two here tonight who have done it, raise the chorus for
Michael and Pat.
Where Auld Triangle were christened as they
hadn’t a name and only one song on the menu.
They’ve not done it alone, there’ve been
others, who have given these siblings a hand,
And over the years Auld Triangle’s had more line-ups than t’ Albion
Even though they were blessed with a world famous chap, Norman Prince
was with Michael and Pat.
He served his apprenticeship well with our group, and then, if you’ll
only believe us,
When he’d learned everything our heroes could teach, he went off and
formed Houghton Weavers.
Pat Ryan returned with Ken Howard in tow and all played with our sister
They played the Red Lion for twenty long years then Karaoke Night
killed the Wild Rover,
Could this be the end of our Friday nights out, no - our heroes won’t
let it be over.
We’d gone up a peg and become upper class - then
Beef butties and mugs of hot coffee, cheap beer, that’s the name of
Graham Cooper backed up in absentii and Westhoughton Folk Club achieved
Though when Martin and Elizabeth came out to play it looked just like
Pat Batty’s Band.
But there’s more names to cite, like Toni and Ken who’ve sat on the
door every week,
There’s Ian, the sound man, who’s also Mike’s son, how much fame can
one family seek.
There’s collectors of glasses and stackers
of chairs and those who make sure the jobs all get done.
The audience should get a mention, without us it might be quite dull,
‘Specially the season ticket holders whose
bums mean the seats get quite full.
When she raises her finger and says "just one more", not
one of them argues with that.
But tonight it will be the last time that she’ll call out for just
one more song
As Auld Triangle is retiring and tonight they will sing their swan
And when their last song is over let’s call
out "encore" for one more.
So thanks to all Auld Triangles who’ve entertained us throughout these
And especially this Final Triangle, who deserve all our plaudits and
As the last notes die out at Westhoughton Folk Club I’m sure you might
just shed a tear.
Though now we should all raise our glasses to thirty-five years of
Of music and song and laughter and fun, fond memories
for us to call back.
Here’s a health and a toast to all the above and especially to Michael
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