Songs
SONG OF THE DAY written by Brother Theodosius Forrest in 1735
No more shall fame expand her wings, to sound of heroes, states or Kings,
A nobler flight of godless takes,
To praise our British beef in steaks.
A joyful theme for Britons free
Happy in beef & liberty
Oh! Charming Beef of thee possessed,
Completely carved in steaks and dressed,
We taste the dear variety,
Produced in earth, in air, in sea –
Their flavour’s all combined in thee,
Fit for the sons if Liberty.
A joyful theme for Britons free
Happy in beef & liberty
Throughout the realms where despots reign,
What tracks of glory now remain!
Their people, slaves of power and pride,
Fat beef and freedom are denied,
What realm, what state, can happy be,
Wanting our Beef and Liberty
A joyful theme for Britons free
Happy in beef & liberty
O’er sea-coal fire and steel machine,
We broil the beauteous fat and lean,
Our drink Oporto’s grapes afford,
Whilst India’s nectar crowns the board,
A right repast for such as we,
Friends to good cheer and Liberty!
A joyful theme for Britons free
Happy in beef & liberty
THE STEAK SONG performed by DYLAN AMLOT
Isn’t it awfully nice to eat a steak?
Isn’t it frightfully good to eat a lot?
It’s swell to chew the gristle, it’s divine to lick the bone
From the tiniest little kobe, to the world’s biggest T-bone.
So three cheers for your rib-eye or your rump
Hooray for your pommes frittes L’Entrecôte
Your cote du boeuf, your porterhouse, your sirloin or your fillet
You can roast it in the oven, you can grill it in the skillet
But don’t you dare over cook it, or we’ll banish you to France
And you won’t come back
Thank you very much
SONG OF THE DAY
BRETHREN SONG by CHRISTOPHER MAIR
If you wish to hear me sing,
Come listen to my ditty,
In the shape of a song; though not very long,
I hope you’ll think it witty.
My subject is beef-eating
In a society of Steak Appreciation
By a motley crew of every hue:
A wonderful creation.
The first is Mr Christopher Mair
Our founder and the Chair
His love affair with meat
Is the reason for our treat
The second is James Allen
Who drinks his Bordeaux by the gallon
His grace and demeanour are enchanting
When he’s not belching or farting
The third is Dylan Amlot
An appetite this man has got
And not just for beef I hasten to add
But in general for all things bad
Then there is Ashby Ben
Who’s physical fitness shames other men
Though this fine specimen of a gent
By second course is usually spent
Then there is David Cosgrave
A man who once hosted a rave
Where midgets carrying silver platters
Dealt ecstasy tablets to guest quite splattered
And there is Lord Savage
Many a healthy portion of meat this man has ravaged
He has a habit of sleeping in unusual places
Then waking abruptly and pulling angry faces
Then comes A. Morgan, Barrister
Never a finer connoisseur there were
But don’t trust this man to defend your case
He’ll surely do it off his face
Next in line is Matthew Howe
Who has a palette for the cow
But sadly for those English lasses
This man prefers Latina asses
Then we have Sir Paul Brown
Who ventures far from a northern town
This man has a habit of stripping
When the hard stuff he’s been a sipping
Next up is Mr Aldwinkle Ed
A man who usually last to bed
His quick wit and lightning pace
Make up a good deal for his ugly face
Then last is Mr Omar Ali
To who cause we must all rally
For this man’s sought after by the tory
To lead our country to great and glory
Who next we wonder joins the crew
Never more a dozen or two
The decision is ours together men
Who’ll join the S.A.S brethren
beef sucks.