We are Mark Carney's Army,
No financial use are we,
The only time you'll see us,
Is when we're on the spree.
And when our contracts over,
We'll shout with all our might,
Per ardua ad astra,
Blow you jack, I'm alright.
With apologies to Gideon Osborne Baldrick, or Gobbles the
rudderless cox as we used to call him on boats.
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