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A local bloke from Rodney Stoke
More fond of beer than labour Was recommended by a friend To go and be a caver He said "Your thirst is not the thirst Of such capacity I know a crowd who'll do you proud Go join the BEC" Go join the BEC Go join the BEC That boozy crew will do for you Go join the BEC The M.C.G. brew splendid tea
Which makes them rather merry The Speleo's look down their nose And tipple less than sherry The Shepton brood are rude and crude When drinking at the local But worse by far the Wessex are Exclusively teetotal We are the BEC Down with sobriety Throw out your chest cry "Beer is best" And join the BEC Each Friday night, we all get tight As soon as we are able By half past eight we lie in state Beneath the Belfry table By nine o'clock our knees may knock We stagger out despite them By half past ten we're pissed again And so ad infinitum We are the BEC And this we must confess Whatever is worth doing We'll do it to excess --------------------------------
Tune: Sweet Lass of Richmond Hill
Author: George Weston
This was written as part of the 1961 Song Competition and was performed at the Annual Dinner. This was origionally published in Belfry Bulleting no 164 October 1961
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