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Blood,
Sweat
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