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The Amalgamation Song

Tune: Original
Author: S.J. Collins
Source: Alfie

We used to have varieties of clubs and of societies,
We often wonder why it is we kept 'em,
Like the Axbridge and the BEC, the Wessex and the MCG,
The Speleos, MNRC and Shepton.
When we amalgamated on one thing we all insisted,
To see perpetuated names of clubs that once existed.

Chorus:     We're the Axbridge, Bristol, Mendip, Shepton,
                Wessex Exploration Club.
                We go caving, climbing, digging, diving, roaming,
                Round from pub to pub.
                we don't care if our thirst we can't alleviate,
                as long as nobody tries to abbreviate,
                The Axbridge, Bristol, Mendip, Shepton,
                Wessex Exploration Club.

In order alphabetical our names look quite poetical, 
It seemed a good theoretical solution.
One that we could all agree upon and get committees working on,
When drawing up our present constitution.
We were the Wessex Cave Club now we're members of the shower,
But we can hold our cider now for damn nigh half an hour.

Chorus:     We're the Axbridge, Bristol, Mendip, Shepton,
                Wessex Exploration Club.
                Each year although we grumble we keep forking
                Out our annual sub.
                With fright, above the Forty we'll no longer trouble you,
                As long as nobody leaves out the "W"
                Of the Axbridge, Bristol, Mendip, Shepton,
                Wessex Exploration Club.

Although we sometimes disagree on points of speleology,
We speak with great authority on boozing.
And after all the pubs shut we, in buildings of antiquity,
Will supervise the art of tea infusing,
And if we're vague on what's defined by vadose and phreatic,
About our title, you will find our views are quite emphatic.

Chorus:     We're the Axbridge, Bristol, Mendip, Shepton,
                Wessex Exploration Club.
                We've got six huts on Mendip, where we
                Eat and sleep and cook our grub.
                Whichever one you go to there'll be tea when you enter it,
                As long as nobody leaves out the centre bit,
                Of the Axbridge, Bristol, Mendip, Shepton,
                Wessex Exploration Club.

Now we're amalgamated and completely integrated,
We've become co-ordinated as expected.
But with other clubs from near and far we're bound to be particular,
And ensure their applications are rejected.
For even at this moment all our names get people squinting,
When they see our club notepaper with that solid mass of printing.

Chorus:     Of the Axbridge, Bristol, Mendip, Shepton,
                Wessex Exploration Club.
                It's not that we're standoffish or enjoy delivering a snub,
                But although a few more clubs amongst our number would be pleasant,
                It would make our title longer,
                Than the darned thing is at present.
                The Axbridge, Bristol, Mendip, Shepton,
                Wessex Exploration Club.