Charlii: What ho!
Hymn: Hordes of Midian swarm around
All: We have done some rather rummy things we ought not to have done
And done some quite remarkable things we really wish we hadn't done.
We have bet on choirboys' bicycle races
And on egg and spoon races.
And on the length of sermons.
We have stolen Aberdeen terriers
And silver cow - creamers
And policemen's helmets.
We have rung burglar alarms in the middle of the night
And offended French chefs
And we have not honoured our Aunts.
We have pretended chorus girls were American heiresses
And coveted our neighbours' spats.
We have worn hideous clothing
And danced like mating newts.
We have drunk one too many cocktails, one too many times
And there is no health in us.
Assurance that we're all jolly good chaps and young things
Charlii: You're all jolly good chaps and young things.
Scripture reading: The Kings of Israel and Judah (which Bertie will read from the list written on his arm)
Fresh Expression: The liturgy of the bread-roll fight
Charlii : Tinkerty-tonk!
All: Did you mean that to sting?