On a damp windy day in tempestuous May
In a most insufficient attire,
What a pleasure to row for a furlong or so
And to glow with the patriots fire:
There is glory to win in the fray
There are crowds to applaud all the way
We shall very soon be at the top of the tree
If we all go out every day
Chorus:
Let's all go out every day,
From now to the middle of May
We shall very soon be
at the top of the tree
If we all go out every day.
By the top of the tree as I think you will see
Is the head of the river, I mean:
An appropriate place
For our vessels to grace
And at which we shall shortly be seen.
There are still a few boats in the way
But Rome was not built in a day
And I have no doubt we shall bring it about
If we all go out every day
Chorus
Captain's Verse:
Oh our captain says he
"May all of you be
Dissected and roasted and skinned
Five rowed with his back in the shape of a sack
And then, when I swore at him, grinned.
Six, get those hands faster away
Keep your eyes in the boat three I say,
Now get down to it, do
Get your body down two,
Your time's worse than ever today
Chorus
And as we sit in the bar
We're the most pissed by far
And we're still seen as some kind of joke.
But when we're on the Cam
We don't give a damn
'Cos the hangover helps with our stroke
We're all drunkards, our marks are all low
Shouting 'right-on' it's quite cool to row
But within the next term
All the polo necks burn
And we'll get all the trendies to row
Chorus
When the stewards shout 'Off!'
All the other crews scoff
And their coaches and coxes jeer:
'Have you heard about King's?
Those poor little things
They can't row 'cause they can't take their BEER!
Seconds later our bows are ahead
And some ducks in the water are dead
As we push for the line,
As we do ourselves in,
'cause it's spiffing to actually WIN!