Oh well, this might put us above the line, if the referee allows it, but here’s my rugby song!

A RUCKING GOOD SONG                 © words byTrish Santer 21.05.07.

Tune: The Keel Row

1.         As I cam doon thro’ Currie, thro’ Currie, thro’ Currie,
        As I cam doon thro’ Currie, I heard a war-like cry.
Shouted!   (Hey, ref, hae ye no bin tae Specsavsrs?)

Chorus
        My love he lo’es the rugby, the rugby, the rugby.
        My love he lo’es the rugby, and wi’ me he ayeways tries.

2.        I dated a’ the first fifteen, they thought I was a hooker.

3.        He wears a black and yellow strip, like a Wasp or bumblebee.

4.        I only had one goal in life, to meet an upright man.

5.        He took me to the match in Rome, to do what Romans do.
        Spoken:                (they have orgies, don’t they?)

6.        He wanted me tae roll over, but I did a body swerve.

7.         I couldnae stand his mauling, so I telt him tae ruck off.        

8.        He wanted up and under, under, under,
        He wanted up and under, but he couldnae touch me doon.

9.        He tried a dangerous tackle, but I gave him a dead ball.

10.        So this shall be my penalty, I think I ken the score.
( At this point, ladies, stick rugby ball under whatever top half you’re wearing!)

11.        I’ll never be converted, until the day I dee.

12.         But noo we are the Champions, champions, champions, (we were, twice!)
        We made it all the way.