And no chance of tears


Just broken bones

Black eyes 

A couple busted lips

And maybe Cauliflower ears


Barren in the stands,

It’s our duty to play


Jerusalem in our ears

A battle cry in our hearts

For the sheer love of the game


We fight for what’s ours 

As an unstoppable stampede 


We trample

And scramble 


Bright crimson - we bleed


Fresh roses in bloom

Our thorns and teeth bared


We’ll sting you

Drown you 

In a still green sea


Seething with grace

We leave behind only petals 

And a team with broken dreams 


“Rugby’s a game only gentlemen play”, 

Just try and stop us  

There’s nothing gentle about our game

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