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Big Jake

 There is a man known to me and you
   Who was on the beat here in Waterloo,
    With many a crime, he helped to break
      And well of him, his comrades spake,
     Big Jake,
     Big Jake, no flake,
      That’s our Jake,
     Big Jake.

          And so this man that we all know well,
                 A placid guy who would not rebel,
              A gentle giant, make no mistake
                  Now everyone knows he’s for real, not fake,
     Big Jake,
      Big Jake, no flake,
     That’s our Jake,
    Big Jake.

      A Harley D. countless years he rode,
Arresting many a criminal toad,
To ‘Jimmy’s Lunch’ these toads would take,
       With his appearance, they would ditch their steak,
Big Jake,
   Big Jake, no flake,
   Jake the snake,
    Big Jake.
           
                        A quiet man with an impressive voice,
                                              To get one better would be a tricky choice,
                                                A mighty bass with a thunderous quake,
                                             His lowest note ’ill make foundations shake
                                                                             Big Jake,
       Big Jake, no flake,
     That’s our Jake, 
Big Jake.   
                                          
                       For forty years he’s sung with this group,
                                             He hits the note hard, never hear him scoop,
                                        He’ll welcome you warmly with a firm handshake,
                                                  Devoted and true he will not forsake,
                                                                             Big Jake,
                                                                     Big Jake, no flake,
                                                                        That’s our Jake,
                                                                           Big Jake.

                          So now we honour this mighty man,                 
 Been here since whenever this choir began,                           
  And men, like him, they just don’t make,                          
      There aint non other who can overtake                                                  
          Big Jake,
                                                                        Big Jake, no flake,                                                  
                                                            And everybody values him,
                                           Big Jake.
                                                                                           Colin Ross
 





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