Circus

We are sailing on the river,
We're the Harriers/Mallards/Kestrels cruise.
We're the finest yachtsmen ever,
And our way we never lose.
And although at times we're finding,
That the river's a-winding,
Oh we don't mind,
No we don't mind
For the trail leads home.

Chorus:
We are the Harriers/Mallards/Kestrels cruise,
We are the Harriers/Mallards/Kestrels cruise,
Sailing on the river,
Sailing home.
Our way we never lose,
Motors we never use,
Sailing, quanting, quanting, sailing,
Sailing home.

Oh we sometimes hit a mudbank,
And the keel gets stuck.
But we simply get a tow rope,
And we hitch onto a duck.
When we ram a Walrus bounder,
We just leave him to flounder,
But we don't mind,
No we don't mind
For the trail leads home.

By and by we'll get to Wroxham,
And the train for home.
And we'll tell the tale that shocks 'em,
When no more afloat we roam.
But to come back we'll be straining,
Though all Norfolk is complaining,
But we don't mind,
No we don't mind,
For the trail leads home.