The Castle Anthem – Candidate 1
Land of Tailcock and Buffet, Mamya who gives the Free,
How shall we drink to thee, who are guests of thee?
Richer still, and richer, shall thy raffle be set;
LadyA, who made thee feisty, make thee feistier yet!
Croc and Llama and LieinKing, each a holy gem,
Stars of jovial brightness, weave thy boozy diadem.
Tho' our way be darkened, still in naked drest,
As the ABer that stumbles o'er the tailcock West.
Pizzed amid the pillows, our Ladies to violate,
Lady A hast reigned salubrious, ABers have smiled at fate.
Home of Tailcock and Buffet, Castle of the Free,
How may we extol thee, praise thee, drink to thee?
Hark, a Mad 50ers Club maketh drunken reply;
Lo, our lips are swollen, lo, our heads are giddy high!
Hearts in Tailcocks uplifted, drunken lips that sing;
Strong in food and Company, we have crowned our Queen!
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The Castle Anthem – Candidate 2
And did those feet in Mad Club time
Walk upon Castle's parkland green?
And was the hungry Croc of Lady A
In Castle's pleasant waters seen?
And did the Alcohol Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded minds?
And was The Mad House builded here
Among those dark ABers so wined?
Bring me my buffet of Mamya gold;
Bring me my tailcocks of desire;
Bring me my Coat: O Butler, unfold!
Bring me tony’s rubber tyre
I will not cease from loony write,
Nor shall my glass sleep in my hand
Till we have rebuilt the Castle
In its green and pleasant land.