Chorus
And it’s no
nae never
No, nae
never for sure
Would they
stop the bike journey
No, never
for sure
There once
was a Skinner
A boy, oh so
rare
He wed his
sweet Madge
So bonnie
and fair
Three sons
he did sire
So true and
so strong
With food from
Mom’s kitchen
You can
never go wrong
Verse 2
The first
son named Gordon
Was keen for
the hike
From one sea
to the other
They
committed for the bike
So off to
Vancouver they
Dipp’ed
their tires
And set off
for Halifax
Their hearts
(and legs) full of fire
Verse 3
They
climb’ed the Rockies
With vigor
and vim
Set off ‘cross the Prairies
Their ardor
undimmed
Till
ting-e-ly fingers said
“Woah”, we
should stop
And check
out the doodahs
To continue
this hop
Verse 4
At Brandon
they started to
Finish the trip
Through wind
and through rain
They hung on
to their grip
The high
point was Sudbury
Completely
enthralling
They met
sweet wee Mila
Their
darling granddaughter
Verse 5
Now bikers
did join them
From here
and from there
Sou, Andrew
and Helen
They came from
everywhere
But no one
was trueir
Than Ward’s
neat grand son
For both
years young Olin
Cheered on
everyone
Verse 6
So now at
Black Rock Beach
They’ve
dipp’ed their wicks
A feat to be
proud of
Bring on the
drinks!
Ole, bravo,
encore
We all stand
in awe
Please join
us in shouting
Hip, hip,
hoorah
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