- Britain's elite, before a night spent trashing the poor, bless.
- Jolly boating weather,
- And a hay harvest breeze,
- Blade on the feather,
- Shade off the trees,
- Swing swing together,
- With your bodies between your knees,
- Swing swing together,
- With your bodies between your knees.
- 2.
- Rugby may be more clever,
- Harrow may make more row,
- But we'll row for ever,
- Steady from stroke to bow,
- And nothing in life shall sever,
- The chain that is round us now,
- And nothing in life shall sever,
- The chain that is round us now.
- 3.
- Others will fill our places,
- Dressed in the old light blue,
- We'll recollect our races,
- We'll to the flag be true,
- And youth will be still in our faces,
- When we cheer for an Eton crew,
- And youth will be still in our faces,
- When we cheer for an Eton crew.
- 4.
- Twenty years hence this weather,
- May tempt us from office stools,
- We may be slow on the feather,
- And seem to the boys old fools,
- But we'll still swing together,
- And swear by the best of schools,
- But we'll still swing together,
- And swear by the best of schools.
