Mel. Godiva's Hymn
We are, we are, we are we are, the Engineers. We can, we can, we can demolish forty beers. Drink rum, drink rum, drink rum all day and come along with us. We don’t give a damn for any old man who don’t give a damn for us. Sir Francis Drake and all his crew set sail for Galway Bay. To meet the Spanish Rumfleet, that was heading by the way. The engineers they cut them short by a night and half a day. Although they’re drunk like hooligans, you still can hear them say. We are, we are, we are we are, the Engineers … Godiva was a lady that through Coventry did ride, to show to all the villagers, her skin so pure and white. The most observing man in town, an engineer of course, was the only one who noticed that Godiva rode a horse. We are, we are, we are we are, the Engineers … “I’ve come a long way”, she said, “a man may go as far. Now get me off this bloody horse and take me to the bar!” The man who got her off her horse and stood with her to beer, was a blood-shot eyed surveyor and a drunken engineer. We are, we are, we are we are, the Engineers …