Specially composed for The Wakanyanas
by Past Big Chief J.C. Kelsall
Let’s join togther in a song set to a well-known tune
It matters not what it’s about, save that it is free from gloom.
We’re ‘Wakanyanas’ everyone until the crack of doom –
Now we’re enjoying a holiday.
CHORUS:
Hurrah! Hurrah! for the ‘Wakanyana’ Lodge,
Hurrah! Hurrah! for the Point, where heat we dodge
We’re Brothers all, and on the Square down by the deep blue sea,
And ‘Boonanara’ sing in all sincerity.
We meet from various centre at this Season of the Year,
Renew Masonic friendship – give the grip – which we revere;
Our crayfish supper’s just the thing, only with temperance beer,
When we’re enjoying a holiday.
CHORUS:
Hurrah! Hurrah! etc.
We’ve left behind the cares of life, to have a yearly dip,
The cost of living’s clean forgot whilst gazing on the Rip,
And old-ins initiate the kids as on the beach they skip
When we’re enjoying a holiday.
CHORUS:
Hurrah! Hurrah! etc.
We’re genuinely sorry foir those Brethren who’re not here,
They don’t know what they’re missing, and for them we drop a tear,
Their bank account won’t suffer – though the Tariff’s now so dear,
Still we’re enjoying a holiday.
CHORUS:
Hurrah! Hurrah! etc.
The last verse of this ‘Rigmarole’ it must not make us weep:
Blame the ‘cray’ and not the song – if you fail to sleep;
Here’s my hand, good Brother, until again we meet –
Down at the Point for our holiday.
CHORUS:
Hurrah! Hurrah! etc.
THE OLD BASS BOTTLE
An old black bottle washed by the sea
An old bass bottle came floating up to me
And inside the message with these words written on
Whoever finds this bottle finds the BEER all gone.
