After chatting with each friend,
We our way to the table wend,
On it we all do make a raid,
And this we call a ladies' aid.
'Tis pleasant way of taking tea,
Improvement on the old soiree,
On such a time as this I find
Food for body and for mind.
Gladly all obey the call,
To attend this pleasant social,
And we hope none will lament
The time and money they have spent.
Lines Read At A Ladies' Aid.
James McIntyre
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