Wrapped up warm from biting wind
We take up places one to six
Coats and scarves and gloves and hats
We’re the best prepared of vets

Starboard row and back up port
Warming to our chosen sport
Stretchers sorted, shoulders steady
Bras adjusted, lippy ready

Take you’re clothes off girls I’m waiting
Pause and pull is what my game is
Stomachs strained and thighs a quiver
Frustration worked out on the river

30 big ones 40, 50
We may be vets but we are nifty
King Harry is the boss down here
But we’ve impressed him that is clear

Rhythmically we stroke as one
This is how our work is done
Perfect is the time we’re keeping
We’re so good that cox is sleeping

Homeward bound the wind is with us
Bolster loves us, we’re the business
Cox, we’ve bonded, can you cope?
You’re the one who gives us hope

Even if it’s somewhat chilly
This is how you get to Scilly