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He have a lucky double.

The best a land it’s Bayern land,

All people then is very mad,

Because the best beer in the world from Munch-town.

With beer minds go to down.

Not Bayern beer the best in world,

The beer from Klin the more the strong,

The very honey beer from Klin,

For president, for folk, for him!

Anthem of the school number 737.

(Поется на мелодию «Песня Хорста Весселя»).

Standards in sky!

In beautiful colones

Students marching by

And angels now returns.

Colones long

Marching to ave and streets,

And scholars our strong,

Write on historic sheets.

To us with hope

Seen men millions,

And president, and Pope,

When marching now colons.

All enemies runs,

When march colons on town,

To sun we raise the hands,

And solar lights fall on the form of brown.

The banner fly,

And many, many lads,

From hearth to sky,

Throw now they hands,

And march again to attack,

By all the lands,

And anthem again truck,

And students again stands.

Anthem of the school number 1497.

(Поется на мелодию «Взвейтесь кострами, синие ночи...».)

Singing, singing,

Play at the silver fanfares,

Living, living

For at the glory fathers!

Studying, studying,

Ruler have proud to our,

Writing, writing,

Working at every hour!

Striking, striking,

Attack to enemy-obscure,

Working, working,

For science brith and pure!

Happing, happing,

We at the Eton cooler,

Stamping, stamping,

Viva to our schooler!

Marching, marching,

Leader to give as an order,

Moving, moving,

Out to our border!

Cat in plane.

I have big from Egypt cat,

Cat was terribly and bad,

He so very like to drink,

And in plane, without beer,