I swam near the wooden bridge

Hardly breaking the surface

My lack of effort

Was witnessed by the other campers

As they sipped their Rose Vinegar

Supplied by the quiet Dr Hawley

Just as I emerged from the river

They all began singing

It wasn’t quite delightful, delightful, delightful
It wasn’t quite delightful – but still we’ll go again
To camp out at Eton, at Eton, at Eton
To camp out at Eton – in all the mud and rain

And furnished me with a warm drink

As the day had begun to cool