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In camp, (Gideon Hallett) writes: | On 4 Aug 1997 22:35:57 GMT,
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(Rob Vines) | was a jolly decent type and shared with us: | Recently, Sarah Wittman amused an FBI wiretap squad thusly: | The Battle Hymn of the Republic, Mine eyes have seen the Glory of the | coming of the Lord (IIRC) | Also provides the tune for the song Pink Pajamas.. | Everybody sing! | Oh, I wear my pink pajamas in the summer when it's hot, | And I wear my flannel nightie in the winter when it's not. | And sometimes in the springtime, and sometimes in the fall, | I jump between the sheets with (nothing on at all). | | Glory, glory what's it to 'ya, | Glory, glory what's it to 'ya, | Glory, glory what's it to 'ya, | If I jump between the sheets with NOTHING ON AT ALL! | In a slightly different form, the song dates back to | turn-of-the-century America (the subject of the song is she not | I ) and the chorus goes: | So glory glory glory to the summer when it's hot | And glory glory glory to the winter when it's not | But gloria in excelsis to the Spring and to the Fall | When she creeps between the bedclothes with nothing on at all. My favourite version of The Battle Hymn of the Republic is the one we sang at scouts that goes, He jumped from forty thousand feet without a parachute, He jumped from forty thousand feet without a parachute, He jumped from forty thousand feet without a parachute, And he ain't gonna jump no more (without his boots on). Glory, glory what a terrible way to die, Glory, glory what a terrible way to die, Glory, glory what a terrible way to die, And he ain't gonna jump no more (without his boots on). the completion whereof is left as an excercise for the reader. There's also a Durham version which begins The famous Hatfield College went to Rome to see the Pope, However, I choose not to repeat what His Holiness is alledged to have said on this occaision.
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