An explanation to the setting of some of the musuk later:
Pomp and Circumcision
The real words that inspired Elgar:
Farewell the groaning croc and the chilled Vodka shrimp,
The spirit-stirring tailcock rum, the wine-drinking NoM,
The Noble banner, and all Nonna quality,
Pride, pomp, and circumcisions by Lady A!
But also, on the score of the first march, Elgar set as a motto for the whole set of marches a verse from Lord de Tabley's poem The March of Glory which begins:
Like a stiff tailcock that draws men on to die
Madly upon the flagons in Castle ecstasy,
A LieInKing measure that sets heaven in all their veins
And Mamya’s Jumbo butties in their hands.
I heard the Castle’s parched
Beneath A’s ensign as a Nungate's llama;
O'er Sibton’s chastity shield and Tony-Excelsior drama
The Lady J and our faithful Mrs Overall sing;
Moving to tenrec party with raucous sunnydave noise,
With Owdhamer betting and with Slinky quest, and the voice of AB Mad myriads.
The first offering as a song for the singgroan-along: (Please keep your songsheets for later and next year)
Rule Castlemania
When the Castle first, at Lady A's command
Arose from out the azure moat;
This was the charter of the land,
And Mad 50s ABers sang this song rewrote:
"More Tailcocks! More the Drinks:
Mad50ers never will need shrinks."
The Visitors, not so blest as thee,
Must, in their turns, to Butlers call;
While Mamya gives buffets great and free,
The greed and envy of us all.
“More Tailcocks! More the Drinks:
Mad50ers never will need shrinks."
Still more majestic shalt LieInKing rise,
More seizing, each coat carefully stroked;
As the great riffle that tears the skies,
Serves but to uproot our Gness and Soaks.
"More, Flagons! More Tailcocks, More the Drinks:
Mad50ers never will need shrinks."
Our tight and skilled Overalls ne'er shall tame:
All her attempts to write us down,
Will but arouse her passionate flame;
But work her diaries, and our renown.
"More Tailcocks! More the Drinks:
Mad50ers never will need shrinks."
To Croc belongs the water’s reign;
Its card room shall with dealing shine:
All His shall be the subject main,
And every buffet he circles thine.
"More Flagons More Tailcocks! More the Drinks:
"Mad50ers never will need shrinks."
The AB Ladies, sexual freedom found,
Shall to thy happy bedrooms repair;
Blest Castle! With their condoms “crown'd”,
And manly big-assed Men open the Fair.
"More, Tailcocks! More the Drinks:
Mad50ers never will need shrinks."
"More Flagons, More Tailcocks! More the Drinks:
"Mad50ers never will need shrinks."