The end is nigh for Tuesday whist

The players dealt their last

No more the weekly school

The time for cards is past.

 

Each Tuesday night we gathered

Since Nineteen fifty two

When players filled the club

But now we are too few.

 

For the few of us remaining

Sad to see the game pass by

Our thoughts are with past players

In the card school in the sky.

 

When four or five are gathered

Each Tuesday in their name

Cards were dealt, scorecards marked

And then we played the game

 

We no longer have four players

Whist cannot be played with three

Though it lasted sixty years

There will be no jubilee

 

It is sad to see the passing

It has meant so much to me

I raise my pint of mild

To the whist night R.I.P.