I have been approached to provide some musical entertainment at a Masonic lodge evening, one of whose members recently died. The man in question was a member of the lodges' choir and a larger-than-life comic character who would usually provide the entertainment himself.
This song seems so appropriate to be sung in his memory that I hope you won't mind if I share it with them.
The tradition of singing at UK lodges is very strong and glasses are raised with great frequency for a multitude of toasts, making your chorus even more poignant.
Thank-you.
C-flat.