Griffith Feral Joggers report

Deck the Hill with beers and folly,

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'Tis the season to be jolly,

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Don we now our chrissy apparel,

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Tread the ancient hillside gravel,

Fa la la la la la la la la.

Feel the blazing sun before us,

Fa la la la la la la la la.

Strike the track and join the chorus,

Fa la la la la la la la la.

Follow the course with merry measures,

Fa la la la la la la la la.

While I tell of Feral pleasures,

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Fast away the old year passes,

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Hail the new, ye lads and lasses,

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Sing we joyous all together,

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Heedless of the wind and weather,

Fa la la la la la la la la.

No surprises short course anchor,

Fa la la la la la la la la.

Trophy goes to Miss Pianca,

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Yet again the same old story,

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Trophy etched A. Fattore,

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Christmas day a social run,

Fa la la la la la la la la.

Come along and join the fun,

Fa la la la la la la la la.

Have your lunch enjoy a wine,

Fa la la la la la la la la.

Pressures off just cross the line,

Fa la la la la la la la la.

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