About the Club
Club Traditions: The 2nd VIII Song
The beginning - a resume by Justin Sawon
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Date: Thu, 5 Feb 1998 00:54:44 +0000 (GMT)
From: Justin Sawon <J.Sawon@dpmms.cam.ac.uk>
Subject: What you've all been waiting for...
To the FAT of the land,
When I first started rowing for the First and Third I was overwhelmingly impressed with the club spirit and general quality of blade control, but one thing distressed me more than no other - the lack of a club song that could be bellowed out with gay (sic) abandon when the boisterousness of the evening's festivities reach that critical junction. Surely, I thought, centuries of tradition would have supplied us with some meaningless verse with which to exercise our vocal-cords after they had been adequately lubricated with whichever magic fluid takes your fancy. Perhaps even in days long ago the coxswain's participation in circuit training would involve providing song in an angelic soprano for the crew to train to (and I don't mean last year when the stereo was stolen). To cut a long story short, at last year's May dinner many of you were treated to the soulful sounds of the 2nd VIII barbershop quartet (times two... and plus one), and I thought the lyrics need be recorded for posterity in that most permanent of modern archives - the webpage...
...and if there are any budding lyricists out there in FATland, feel free to adapt and perform the victory song that has already proudly embellished many bumps, the new FAT anthem: Row Hard!
[song lyrics moved to here]
Farewell all you FAT piemen (and women)!
Justin 'Greasy Palms' Sawon