(Another old favorite of the Long Patrols. Dance, everybeast, dance!)

"My sister went a-wandrin'

One springtime morn so fair

To roam across the countryside

And breathe th' fresh clean air

Her spirit of adventure

Took her far an' wide

Over mountain, hill an' dale

And to the broad seaside

So muzzle a mole

An' pilfer a pie

Lay on your back

An' look at the sky

Drink up until

The rivers run dry

An' whup! hup! billery-o!

It's down the row we stroll

"My sister, she was standin'

Upon the rolling dunes

Listenin' to the raucous caws

Of gulls an' terns an' loons

She cast her gaze about her

Searched hither an' yon

Then to the misty south she spotted

Salamandastron!

So pickle a pike

An' flummox a fly

Answer a riddle

An' never ask why

Our lot in life's

To do or to die

An' whup! hup! billery-o!

It's down the row we stroll

"My sister, she was welcomed

Into the mountain lair

Feted an' feasted an' waited upon

By Badger Lord and hare

They asked if she would join

Their fabled Long Patrol

Said she, "That is an honor, but

Mine's not a fighting soul!"

So mangle a mackerel

An' spare the small fry

Whistle an' pass

The graveyard right by

The harder you work

The harder you try

An' whup! hup! billery-o!

It's down the row we stroll

"My sister, she was smitten

During that night's dance

She gave her heart an' promise to

A corporal she called Lance

So there my dear sis dwells

Unto this very day

Her seven sons, brave fighters all

The Salam'dastron way!

So wager a waffle

An' hold yer head high

Throw down the gauntlet

Then just let it lie

You can say nay but

I'll always say aye

An' whup! hup! billery-o!

It's down the row we stroll!"