Cheer, Cheer, the red and the white,
Honour the name, by day and by night;
Lift that noble banner high,
Shake down the thunder from the sky.
What through the odds be great, or small,
Swans will go in and win over all;
While her loyal sons are marching
Onward to Victory.
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Don't quit your day job, Kev. If you're not currently employed, please gain employment. Idiot.