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Boating Song. K.B.C.
Lent 1880.
(Air: It's a fine hunting day.)
On a damp windy dayIn tempestuous May,In a most insufficient attire,What a pleasure to rowFor a furlong or so,And to glow with a patriot's fire:There is glory to win in the fray,There are crowds to applaud all the way,We shall very soon beAt the top of the treeIf we all go out every day.
Chorus.Let's all go out every dayFrom now till the middle of May:We shall very soon beAt the top of the treeIf we all go out every day.
By the top of the tree,As I think you must see,It's the head of the river I mean:An appropriate placeFor our vessel to graceAnd at which she will shortly be seen:
