Here is my contribution to the evening.
If I post it now you will **all** have time to practice the words
to the tune of A Scottish Soldier (you can find it on the internet or YouTube)
One...two... three...and...
There was a cyclist, a Scotttish cyclist
Who cycled far away, and rode so far away
There was none bolder, nor heart-of-gold-er
Than Bruno 28 of Falkirk town
She's seen the flowers, at sunset hours
She's seen the cows a-graze thro' Scottish haze
And now she's flying, her heart is sighing
To meet the girls of Team Estrogen
[chorus] And they're TE girls, they're the greatest girls
Not just cycling girls, they're all-rounder girls
Forever these girls will be TE girls
One for all and all for one
There were some cyclists, Seattle cyclists
Who cycled far and wide, they rode so far and wide
There were none bolder, nor heart-of-gold-er
They rode on all the routes and cycled all the tracks
They've seen the grizzly, in weather drizzly (??!!)
They've seen the ducks in lines, above the pines
And now they're eating, and no doubt drinking
And Bruno 28 is there with them
[chorus] And they're TE girls...
Wish I was there to see if I could drink Bruno under the table.
You Americans haven't a chance! You need an ozzie or a kiwi to have a hope of out-drinking a Scot!
Last edited by margo49; 10-12-2007 at 08:23 AM.
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