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To Pole And Back
Crunch, and slide. Crunch, and slide.
Over the shattered ice we ride.
With pick and pack, a bottle of Jack
We'll make it to the Pole on track
There'll be no tears from Mrs Black
For both her boys are coming back
Crunch, and slide. Crunch, and slide.
Over the shattered ice we ride.
Our Davy's thumb went cold and black
His fiddling days are for the sack
But still he hoists his mug and pack
His courage makes up for his lack
Crunch, and slide. Crunch, and slide.
Over the shattered ice we ride.
We passed the point of no return
Left candle in the ice to burn
Bereft upon an icy cairn
Where Buckle had his fatal turn
Crunch, and slide. Crunch, and slide.
Over the shattered ice we ride.
Nine shadows sought the midnight sun
Did strive for glory seldom won
A race in which they had to run
Their candles burned down one by one
Crunch, and slide. Crunch, and slide.
Over the shattered ice we ride.
And now on nights of winter cheer
When story's told and flows the beer
The crunch and slide of polar gear
Faint over cobbled stones we hear
Crunch, and slide. Crunch, and slide.
Over the shattered ice we ride.
Happy birthday Simon ;)
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