BOTTLE HYMN OF THE REPULSIVE (Tune: "John Brown's Body") Mine eyes have seen the glory of the opening of the Tun, I have bought a pint of cider when the night had just begun, I have been three-quarters plastered ere the sinking of the sun, And my soul goes drinking on. CHORUS Praise the mighty Church of Yurinn, Praise the mighty Church of Yurinn, Praise the mighty Church of Yurinn, For its soul goes drinking on. I have stood on draughty platforms waiting for the final train, I have kipped on Bastards' couches and sustained severest strain, And been ready one week later to endure it all again, And my soul goes drinking on. CHORUS I have faced the times of hardship when the pubs were running dry, When I heard about the draymen's strike a tear stood in my eye, And when the Hold ran out of cider I was sure that I would die, But my soul went drinking on. CHORUS For the mighty Church of Yurinn is a symbol to the brave, A defence against the lertish hordes in search of souls to save, Anyone can be a Bastard, man or woman, peer or knave, And the Church goes drinking on. CHORUS In the bogs of Lesser Kastath it was born across the sea, It was brought to Earth in secret through the game of D & D, Though the lerts may make us holy, yet the Church will make us free And our souls go drinking on. CHORUS (For the Church of Yurinn, see "THREE YURINNIC SONGS". "Lert"=a non-Yurinnic person, a killjoy or dullard.)