Ali, who’s to blame
That your artistic flame
Ended far too soon
It seemed to die out with
Your name
Ali tell me why
What made your ink turn dry
What made you hesitate
When all the while the days
Went by
Oh Alida Pott
You’re on the spot
Oh Alida Pott
You’re so true
Ali, come what may
Whatever people say
Your paintings on the wall
Are definitely here
To stay
Ali did you know
Your portraits are on show
Your recognition grows
The leading lady of
The Plough
Oh Alida Pott
You’re on the spot
Oh Alida Pott
You’re so true
Have you ever been
In a watercolour scene
Of blue, white and green
Did you ever know
Those willows in a row
And purple snow