Official home page |
Music and Rowing
|
Who will ride with Fergus now? And stop his green bike's grassy end And guide him to his homely door Young Ben, lift your foppish brow And lift your pinkish highlights friend And brood on hops and grapes no more And no more turn aside in pain upon the Absinth's misery, For Ben you love its brazen burn and rule the products of the grain take the red mist mist of the gin sea to the dishevelled wandering cern