From: "Dragon Prince" 
Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett
Subject: [I] filk's and harriers a clarecraft recolection
Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2000 13:00:21 +0100

from the tune of hymns & arias by Max Boyce.

We paid our weekly shilling for our bianular trip:
A long weekend in suffulk, aye, without a bit of kip.
There's a barn reserved for beer by the boys from AFP
There's beer,whisky, filks and fags and a croakin' some old shit
and we were filking songs and laughter
home to the AFPER'S Anejõ's got a Wibble

Into 'woolpit' we did roll with an empty crate of ale
Gid has past a bottle, though his beard is half gone.
But Gid is very happy though his drink's nearly gone:
He got three new puters for his shed. for one clapt out drum
and we were filking songs and laughter
home to the AFPER'S Anejõ's got a Wibble

We got for signing early and were jostled in the crowd;
Ghostly Phantoms and dragons, looked for toilets all around.
the que was getting longer I fear it'd never end.
I'm afraid PTerries hand would wilt before the bitter end
and we were filking songs and laughter
home to the AFPER'S Anejõ's got a Wibble

Mole compleated singing to a strong and hearty tune.
the Ellis was haveinq his legs waxed, damn they sounded both the same.:o)
Tiggers got the soaker out and squirting all about
So we gave her a good squrting to realy sort her out
and we were filking songs and laughter
home to the AFPER'S, Anejõ's got a Wibble

So it's down the barn for the night, to the maskerade and ball
To the furry men with plastic wings and the evil minds and deds.
One said to Star from a doorway dark, damn you should bid forthis.
But l knew what she bid for,eye. A half brick in a sock..
and we were filking songs and laughter
home to the AFPER'S Anejõ's got a Wibble