Born to Run. (Away)

Alright, so it has been a pretty eventful year so far. Somethings have happened that while neccessary, still hurt. But I don't hold regrets. Was the time of my life. But this post isn't about that. I'm heading off to university in September at long last, to do a history degree, something I've been meaning to do for so long but never dragged myself to actually getting it done. But now I'm going. So really, this year is about preparing to that. Seeing friends before I head off I guess. But that makes it seem permanent. Like I'm going to australia or the Colonies. Yes, colonies.

But anyway. Shall start updating this more often.

And I will now finish with a song!

Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules

Of Hector and Lysander, and such great names as these.

But of all the world's great heroes, there's none that can compare.

With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, to the British Grenadiers.

Those heroes of antiquity ne'er saw a cannon ball,

Or knew the force of powder to slay their foes withal.

But our brave boys do know it, and banish all their fears,

Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers.

Whene'er we are commanded to storm the palisades

Our leaders march with fuses and we with hand grenades.

We throw them from the glacis, about the enemies' ears.

Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, the British Grenadiers.

And when the siege is over, we to the town repair.

The townsmen cry, "Hurrah, boys, here comes a Grenadier!

Here come the Grenadiers, my boys, who know no doubts or fears!

Then sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, the British Grenadiers.

Then let us fill a bumper, and drink a health to those

Who carry caps and pouches, and wear the loupèd clothes.

May they and their commanders live happy all their years.

With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers.