THE MARCHING SONG OF THE ANCIENT BRITONS
by William Hope-Jones ( Eton School Housemaster ) What's the use of wearing braces? Spats and hats and boots with laces? Vests and pants you buy in places Down on Brompton Road? What's the use of shirts of cotton? Studs that always get forgotten? These affairs are simply rotten, Better far is woad. Woad's the stuff to show men. Woad to scare your foemen. Boil it to a brilliant hue And rub it on your back and your abdomen. Ancient Briton ne'er did hit on Anything as good as woad to fit on Neck or knees or where you sit on. Tailors you be blowed!! Romans came across the channel All dressed up in tin and flannel Half a pint of woad per man'll Clothe us more than these. Saxons you can waste your stitches Building beds for bugs in britches We have woad to clothe us which is Not a nest for fleas Romans keep your armours. Saxons your pyjamas. Hairy coats were made for goats, Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs and llamas. March on Snowdon with your woad on, Never mind if you get rained or snowed on Never want a button sewed on. Go it Ancient Bs!!
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