You left me speechless above there, hi!

Help! All han's are swingin' for me now. Seems that the world just isn't ready yet for the heartfelt paeans of the poets laureate of the causes of stagnation, pomposity and trimuphalism.

So I'll l'ave yous all with with a last verse … with many thanks to Brother Isaac McKittery of LOL 1690 who reminded me not to forget it.

All the string vest Brother Fat.

The on-site facilities are hardly up to scratch
We pooly in a bucket and do the rest we crouch
Down in a corner of a field where the nettles sting our ass
For the cause of dear oul' Ulster, we wipe with a clipe of grass
We wipe with a clipe of grass, we wipe with a clipe of grass
For the cause of dear oul' Ulster, we wipe with a clipe of grass