*Note this song uses some fowl language that maybe not be suitable for young children, viewer disgrestion is advised* or if you don't like a little foul language don't read further.

GODIVA
The Engineering Hymn
(to the tune of the Battle Hymn of the Republic)

CHORUS:

We are, we are, we are, we are,
We are the engineers,
We can, we can, we can, we can,
demolish forty beers.
Drink rum, drink rum, drink rum, drink rum,
and come along with us,
For we don't give a damn for any old man
who won't give a damn for us!

Godiva was a lady who through Coventry did ride
Showing all the villagers her pretty bare white hide.
The most observant man on Earth, an Engineer of course,
Was the only one to notice that Godiva rode a horse.

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Said she, "I've come a long, long way, the man will go as far
Who takes me off this goddamn horse and leads me to a bar."
The men who tooker offer horse and stood her to a beer
Were a blurry-eyed Surveyor and a drunken Engineer.

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My father was a miner from the Northern Malamute,
My mother was a mistress in a house of ill-repute.
They kicked me out at a tender age and never shed a tear,
"Got out of here you son-of-a-bitch and join the Engineers!"

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An Artsman and an Engineer once found a gallon can
Said the Artsman, "Match me drink for drink, let's see if you're a man!"
They drank three drinks, the Artsman died, his face was turning green,
But the Engineer drank on and said, "It's only gasoline."

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I happened once upon a girl, her eyes were full of fire,
Her physical endowments would have made your hands perspire.
To my surprise the told be that she never had been kissed,
For her boyfriend was a tired engineering scientist.

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Sir Francis Drake and all his men set out for Calais Bay,
They'd heard the Spanish rum fleet was headed up that way.
But the Engineers had beat them by a night and half a day,
And though as drunk as they could be, you still could hear them say...

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Caesar went to Egypt at the age of fifty-three,
But Cleopatra's blood was red, her heart was warm and free.
So everynight when Caesar said good night at one o'clock,
A Roman Engineer was waiting just around the block.

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Venus is a statue made entirely of stone,
There's not a fig leaf on her, she's naked as a bone.
On noticing her arms were gone, an Engineer discourced,
"The damn thing's broken concrete and it should be reinforced."

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A maiden and an Engineer were sitting in the park,
The Engineer was busy doing research after dark.
His scientific method was a marvel to observe,
While his right hand wrote the figures down, his left hand traced the curve.

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My father peddles opium, my mother's on the dole,
My sister used to walk the streets but now she's on parole.
My brother runs a restaurant with bedrooms in the rear,
But they won't even talk to me 'cause I'm an Engineer

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On reading Kama Sutra, he tried position nine,
For proving masculinity it truely was devine.
But then one day the girl rebelled and threw him on his rear,
For he was a feeble Artsie, and she was an Engineer.

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The army and the navy boys went out to have some fun,
Down to the local tavern where the fiery liquors run.
But all they found were empties for the Engineers had come,
And traded in their instruments for gallon jugs if rum.

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An Artsman and an Engineer were stranded in a boat,
One person too many, though, the poor boat wouldn't float.
The Engineer would flip a coin to settle the dispute,
So he flipped it in the water and the Artsie gave pursuit.

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An Engineer once came to class so drunk and very late,
He was carrying a load that you'd expect to ship by freight.
The only things that held hum up and kept him on his cource,
Were the boudary condition and the electromotive force.

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Now you've heard our story and you know were Engineers,
We love to hate our problem sets and we love to drink our beers.
We drink to every person who comes from far and near,
'Cause we're a HELL-OF-A, HELL-OF-A, HELL-OF-A, HELL-OF-A,
HELL OF AN ENGINEER!

Chorus

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HMS White Star (your local friendly agent of Chaos and a d*mn lucky b*st*rd:-) )