"Are you réxdy,"—"'Get ready"—""Bang." Then off we go with a splash!—dash dash As the blades right "smash," to the water "Won't sh ove 2" "She must!" so in thee And you lug away as hard as you know. At the end of the fourth away' she fiies, While you rush along with blinded eyes, And eats that are filled with a sounding row, As to whence you came and what you can Till the air gets tinged with a purple hue, While you row right on through his "fiery Though he tells you you really can't row at And his good old face gets hotter and hotter, As he swears that you're naught bub an absolute rotter.
Still you plug away as hard as you can Dashing it in—thon, ram ram ram And 50 to the "Clutha" where you kind of feel sure That after all there can't be much more, As you catch a glimpse of a girl in pink On the deck of a houseboat having a drink, Which makes you feel mad, so you row Tow row For another fifty yards or so.
When bang goes the gun as the Germans win, With the Trish second, then you come in. "Easy all" and away you chuck your oar, Glad that the race is over once more And immediately plan what you'll do next year, How you'll lick the whole crowd—hands down "—never fear The following are the details of the racing Distance, 14 miles.
German Four.—Ge Tuside course.
Koehn Roos —W. O. Koehler Stroke—R. Schwind Cox—J. Timm.
Trish Fou 2—G. W. Wood 3—P. L. Byrne Stroke—E. T. Byrne Cox—A. H. Jamieson Scotch Four.—St. Andrews's Next outside course.
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