Rather proclaim it, Amos, through MOAB,        
That s/he which hath no stomach to this concert,
Let her/him depart; his/her passport shall be made,        
And crowns for convoy put into his/her purse:        
We would not e'en die in that wo/man's company        
That fears her/his fellowship to listen with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Genesius:        
S/He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,        
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,        
And nauseate her/himself at the name of Tweed.
S/He that shall live this day, and see old age,        
Will yearly on the vigil feast his/her neighbours,        
And say, 'To-morrow is Saint Genesius:'        
Then will s/he strip her/his ears and show his/her aids,
And say, 'These wounds I had on Genesius's day.'        
Old wo/men forget: yet all shall be forgot,        
But s/he'll remember with advantages        
What things s/he listened to that day. Then shall our names,         56
Familiar in her/his mouth as household words,        
Rapaire, Bee Dubya Ell, SRS and Amos,        
MMario and Rustic, Khandu and Little Hawk,        
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.        
This story shall the good wo/man teach his/her daughter/son;        
And St. Genesius's Day shall ne'er go by,        
From this day to the ending of the world,        
But we in it shall be remembered;        
We few, we happy few, we band of survivors;        
For s/he to-day that sheds her/his hearing with me        
Shall be my sister/brother; be s/he ne'er so vile        
This day shall gentle his/her condition:        
And gentle wo/men in Mudcat, now a-bed        
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,        
And hold their wo/manhoods cheap whiles any speaks        
That listens with us upon Saint Genesius's day.