Forty odd years ago, when I was young, handsome and played Bass Trombone in the Station Volountary Band, we were performing at a civvy fete somewhere near Bath and the good ladies of the organising committee had laid on a quite splendid spread for us in place of the usual few sandwiches and tea. We arranged ourselves around a well laden table and were just about to tuck in heartily when this irreverent little Sergeant unexpectedly stood and announced that he would say Grace. We all interrupted the progress of cake to cakehole and stood, somewhat sheepishly. He then pronounced:-
Lord,
Give us the grace
and give us the power,
to shift this lot
in half an hour.
We did.
Happy days!
Mike W