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Polari version, to the tune of Landlord Fill the Flowing Bowl
Now varder our almighty bells!
Our baldricks red, our chemmies white.
Behankied fambles! Lallies leap!
Flow’ry capellas bona bright.
We buvare the tankard ale,
Cold-calling ev’ry worthy inn.
Then dizzy omies barely know
How gyps do end, or hays begin.
We joggering omies, chanting songs -
Unto your nells our squeezebox sounds!
Oh chuck us not into a naff rosie cod,
But behold our wallops, our riotous rounds.
We’re Morris Omies, the bones and me,
Whose fabulosa forries gleam!
Our corybungus thews do ache
The same as all who’re on the Team.
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