August’s here, August’s here,
So are Dalby, Barnes and Beere.
We think the loveliest time of the year
Is at Troon. We do! Do you?
Of course you do!
But there’s one thing that makes Troon complete for us,
And makes every race there a treat for us:
All the world is in tune
When you’re sailing at Troon,
Calling for “Water at the mark”.
Prepare to go about
And joyfully shout:
“Water, water at the mark”
Call to them all with every facility
And hope that the leaders capsize with humility.
So if next time you’re free
Why don’t you come with me
And sail in the ‘Mirror’ Europeans.
We’ve gained some notoriety in ‘Mirror’ society
Sailing small boats with Lewis Carroll names
We’ve had many a lark hunting the ‘Snark’
And we brought ‘Slithy Tove’ to the European games.
And if someone will lend us a cartridge and gun,
We’ll try to dispose of a Partridge and son.
Plane down each reach with spinnakers flying.
“Keep clear windward boat” we’re gleefully crying.
Tramp up each beat using both wind and tide.
We hope we’ll be favoured and others denied.
So if you’re still alive in 'seventy-five,
Sail in the ‘Mirror’ Europeans,
We’re fiends (but friendly),
Who sail in the ‘Mirror’ Europeans.
Ken Webber — Snark
Northwich
Editor's note - This article is from Reflections No. 11 Autumn 1973, page 16 and has been captured by OCR, so typos & errors are possible.
