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Mo Farah
Can someone hand him a lyrics sheet for the national anthem next time?
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.The new national anthem of AB, the debut to be delivered by joeluke at the Castle Olympics: ( to be sung to the tune of the Greek National Anthem from which the text is borrowed ) Unusually - for an Anthem - it's a 6/4 tempo of the Mantzaros music and points clearly to the most manly traditional dance of the Greeks - Tsamiko. So imagine Tony wheeling skirmishes in his tartan skirt:
joeluke, we knew thee of old,
Oh, divinely venator restored,
By the lights of thine wandering eyes
And the light of thy trouser sword
From the graves of our AB slain
Shall thy verbal bravery prevail
As we greet thee again-
welcome back, joeluke! welcome back!
Long time didst you dwell
Mid the SAB peoples that mourn,
Awaiting boxtop's priestess voice
That should bid thee return.
Ah, slow broke that Saturday
And no gnome dared call,
For the shadow of gness's tyranny
Lay over all.
And Mamya saw thee sad-eyed,
The tears on thy Alba cheeks
While thy Mrs Overall was wyedyed
In the blood of Apotheosis leeks.
Yet, behold now thy AB gals and sons
With cheeky AB breath
Go forth to the trollish fight
Seeking Olympic Freedom or Death.
From the graves of our AB slain
Shall thy verbal bravery prevail
As we greet thee again-
welcome back, joeluke! welcome back!
joeluke, we knew thee of old,
Oh, divinely venator restored,
By the lights of thine wandering eyes
And the light of thy trouser sword
From the graves of our AB slain
Shall thy verbal bravery prevail
As we greet thee again-
welcome back, joeluke! welcome back!
Long time didst you dwell
Mid the SAB peoples that mourn,
Awaiting boxtop's priestess voice
That should bid thee return.
Ah, slow broke that Saturday
And no gnome dared call,
For the shadow of gness's tyranny
Lay over all.
And Mamya saw thee sad-eyed,
The tears on thy Alba cheeks
While thy Mrs Overall was wyedyed
In the blood of Apotheosis leeks.
Yet, behold now thy AB gals and sons
With cheeky AB breath
Go forth to the trollish fight
Seeking Olympic Freedom or Death.
From the graves of our AB slain
Shall thy verbal bravery prevail
As we greet thee again-
welcome back, joeluke! welcome back!