Rugby

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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