I’ve had my last beer with Duncan;
He’s gone to a better place.
He’s left his mates to toast him -
For over eighty years, he ran a mighty race.
A soul-mate true was Duncan,
We’ll meet at the pearly gate, I’ll never, ever forget him
Coz Duncan’s my mate.

He loved his fam’ly, did Duncan,
Of Ross and Richard proud,
He always spoke so warmly,
Of family generations, he adored the blooming crowd.
Then came along dear Yati,
A princess come of late,
She loved him like no other.
Coz Duncan was her mate.

If Arran was his spiritual home,
And Lake District was his joy,
Singapore crowned his working life.
At Tanglin or at Cricket Club, he’d gather with the boys.
His chums both Brit and local
Embraced his special charm;
They loved him for integrity
Though not his bowling arm!

So it’s now “goodbye, dear Duncan”,
You’ve called your last hurrah,
I know I speak for Singapore chums -
“Were going to miss you, lah!”
For all your loyalty and your care,
Our loss is oh, so great!
We’ll raise a glass for Duncan,
Coz Duncan’s our mate.