Mordenvale Ride

To the tune of the Seekers’ Morningtown Ride, about the lads and lasses of Mordenvale.


Boofy boys assembled,
Dressed in red and green;
Most are merely scruffy
But some are quite obscene.
Planning plans of victory,
Cider, swords and snogs:
All bound for Mordenvale,
Hail the mighty grogs!

Bashing, boozing, bonking,
Trying not to spew:
This is what the grog boys
And grog girls love to do!
Brains are not required
Bathing’s rarely done
Join the grogs of Mordenvale
Each and everyone!