The White Horse Folk Club meets twice monthly at:
ST. MICHAEL'S CHURCH ROOM. VICARAGE LANE. HIGHWORTH SN6 7AD.
PLEASE DO NOT USE THIS AS A MAILING ADDRESS. SEE CONTACT DETAILS BELOW.
This is a short walk from the High Street, Market Square car park. Walk up Sheep Street into the church grounds and the hall is on your right. 8pm start but please don't arrive before 7.45 as the hall is in use and the occupants will need time to decamp. There is no bar so please bring your own drinks and glasses, etc. There is a kitchen so tea and coffee can be made at a small charge.
We are a small welcoming and diverse group of people who meet to sing and play every 1st and 3rd Wednesday of each month from 8.00pm. We have singarounds and guest nights and a wide range of music is sung and played.
Visitors are most welcome.
For further information, contact:
Derrick Beer 01793 762070 or
Geoff Davies 01793 706753
UP IN FRONT SINGING - Poem by JonJo 
To be special for five minutes
Up on stage singing, out of tune but singing
People watching and listening
They understand, as they will have a go too
The height of fame, you did it, applause
And you watch others as they perform
Pleasure, and more pleasure as you applaud
No regrets, you got up and did it, so did they
The night ends, the night ends well
A night of music and song and friendship
You say goodnight. The journey home
Tired, exhausted and happy
Next time, yes next time
More songs, more music, more friendship
Daily life, jobs, family, telly
But once again up in front, singing.
ONE FROM CHRIS BROWN
‘Twas The Night Before Christmas: (Apologies to Clement Clarke Moore!)
‘Twas the night before Christmas at White Horse Folk Club,
Pete Arnel and his dog came straight in from the pub.
He’d had one or two and started singing off key,
His dog started howling, then peed on Pete’s knee.
Lyn and Julie were laughing and fell on the floor,
Crushing Brian’s guitar-he’ll play it no more.
Poor Brian sought comfort from Linden and Pete-
She played piano, he sang softly-how sweet?
Rob , of course, played Dylan-“Mr. Tambourine Man”,
Rose sang John Denver, she’s his number one fan!
Geoff was M.C. – he told jokes (and he sings),
But we all know it’s Maria pulling the strings!
Farmer John was up next with his jokes old and blue,
And Annie tripped over on her way to the loo,
But being a trouper she just started to sing,
And rather amazingly everyone joined in!
Leaders Chris and Derrick were consulting their list.
And Arthur and Ros? Well I’m sure they were pissed.
Sarah and Richard sang a Ralph McTell song.
Then Julian; but his intro just went on too long!
Colin was up next with his song “ Three in One”,
Then Wild Strawberries continued the fun.
JonJo sang of suicide- not much of a laugh.
So Ever Expanding Band finished the first half.
Then Chris and Maria doshed out the mince pies,
“But where is the booze?” the audience cries.
Barry hurried round dispensing wine and good cheer.
But Farmer and Colin said they’d rather have beer.
Dave P. read a poem- not sung but spoken.
Then Alan sang his song about heirlooms broken.
Dave polished his lens- it’s tele-o-scopic,
Then talked of exposures, his favourite topic.
“Oh please put it away!” is what Bryony said,
“Behave and you’ll get a quick flash just before bed!”
Rod played Jew’s harp, as Judy tickled the keys.
Then denim clad Dave’s blues was good all agreed.
Geoff Bowman’s fingers just flew from fret to fret,
And Terry and Jen sang a comedy duet.
Laughter loud and raucous from the audience came,
As usual the “Naughty Corner”, they got all the blame.
Woody reminded us he was a “Lucky Man”,
And poet Geoff cleverly made poignant words scan.
Dream Catcher, Paul and Duncan, they all did their bit,
And as always Val and Steve were a musical hit.
Bob huddled in the corner he looked quite bored.
Geoff firmly gripped his Mervyn Penny Award.
Dave G. and Three United sang Iris Dement,
And all agreed it was an evening well spent.
As we left, an old man in red, came into sight,
Saying “Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night!”
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