Hymn: Bicycle Race
Charlii: Forasmuch as this old bike was old, and full of years and miles....
All: A goodly innings.
Charlii: And its owner spent more time on it over 16 years than some people spend with their children....
All: A faithful steed
Charlii: And knowing that it has travelled to France and Belgium and Wales, has commuted to London and Leicester and journeyed to every corner of Bedfordshire, Northamptonshire and Camden....
All: A Ulysses of bikes.
Charlii : And knowing it has carried small children to nursery, sports kit to leisure centres and even, on occasion, 20lbs of cheap apples home from the market for cider-making.....
All: A true workhorse.
Charlii: So now we recognise that, though it has more or less snapped in half through age and overwork and rough handling from East Midlands Railways, yet the soft beggar that owns it is too sentimental to throw it into the scrap metal skip at the recycling centre. So instead we commit it, allegedly as a source of spare parts, to the garage for the duration of its owner's life.
All: May it rust in peace.
Hymn: I've got a bike, you can ride it if you like".
Charlii: Go; and ring no more.