A cannon under Newnham bridge
marks the beginning of the race.
The river shakes, the boats set pace,
to row the fastest to Cambridge

The swans fly off scared and confused
We slide three quarters, half and half
We fly like eagles with Gandalf
It’s time to show how much we cruised.

Around you: bikes, whistles and screams
Inside you: grit, balance and pain
Don’t throw your efforts all in vain
Just row to bump the other teams.

At Ditton’s corner strokers push
At Grassy’s, bows will make the race
The cox will lead the deadly chase
by now the pain’s around your tush

If valiantly your crew fights off
a constant whistle will be heard
a final push, be not aferd
and then the bump: spatapapoff.

And when the boat club dinner starts
all sacrifices will be worth
the feast will signal a rebirth
and may the spirits warm our hearts.