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             The Swampland Anthem 
            We live in the Swamp and our motto is service 
              Over the hills and dales we love to roam 
              At the end of the day when the sun is setting 
              We turn our footsteps and head for home. 
            Our dress may be weird and our habits peculiar 
              With gloodge, swodge and swill and green anoraks 
              We always return from our Swamplike wanderings 
              And as we're all right, then blow you Jack. 
            We went down to Buckmore on one Friday evening 
              And dropped into Chatham on the Saturday too 
              With onions and bunions and knews that were frezing 
              Aren't you glad that you didn't come too? 
            Well there it is, all we have to do now is write the next verse 
              for our last weekend. May I suggest an ending something like this 
              ..... 
                 I'll fetch the water; it's quicker 
              on the scooter 
                   And we'll use Trog's hat for boiling 
              up the stew. 
            All you have to do is fill in the missing first two line. I'll award 
            a prize for most original; a free Whitsun Camp with the Cubs.  |