This Team (February 68)
As we sledged home after a few days "jolly" in the Therons on the return
from the first Shackleton reconnaissance, we were on a high with
satisfaction and anticipation for the following year. I started to sing to
the dogs The tune is an old skiffle number: "This train is a-bound for
glory - this train".
This team is bound for base boys - this team
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Dig in your toes and pull at your trace boys
This team is bound for base boys - this team
This team's been a-heaving and a-hauling, this team (etc)
Backs to it dogs, don't want no stalling (etc)
Just blank ice and nothing interesting this team (etc)
So don't look round, two miles you'll be resting (etc)
Heave away dogs no call for stopping in this team (etc)
Keep pulling lads 'til you feel like dropping (etc)
Up dogs now and pull with a will boys, this team (etc)
Won't get home if you all stand still boys (etc)
(Repeat first verse)