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Rugby Football Songs

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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 08 Sep 18 - 09:18 PM

Hello, Ug813

Are you perhaps referring to the immediate "Engineers Song" in this thread? What is the song that you like?

Given that you appear to be posting from "Indonisia" and that the anniversary celebration of the "mother hash" in Kuala Lumpur, is happening at this very moment in time.....

Please collect a few of the newest "hash/rugby" ditties and post them to this thread. The creativity is ASTOUNDING!

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,u38cg
Date: 08 Sep 18 - 08:17 AM

> I really like this one. It seems to have been "making the rounds" only within the last year.

It's a lot older than that: I heard it from a guy who learnt it in Malaya with Mad Mitch, and it was old then.


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Subject: ADD: Engineers Song (Rugby)
From: GUEST,Jeeves
Date: 24 Feb 06 - 04:08 PM

ENGINEERS SONG

An Engineer said before he died
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
An Engineer said before he died
An Engineer said before he died
And I've no reason to think he lied
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum

He married a girl with a cunt so wide
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
He married a girl with a cunt so wide
She was never satisfied
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum

He built for her a prick of steel
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
He built for her a prick of steel
Two brass balls and a bloody great wheel
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum

The whole fucking thing was powered by steam
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
The whole fucking thing was powered by steam
And the two brass balls were filled with cream
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum

He tied her feet to the leg of the bed
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
He tied her feet to the leg of the bed
And he tied her hands above her head
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum

She lay there and demanded a fuck
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
She lay there and demanded a fuck
He shook her hand and wished her luck
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum

He fired the boiler and flicked the switch
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
He fired the boiler and flicked the switch
She cried for more the filthy bitch
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum

Up and up went the level of steam
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
Up and up went the level of steam
Down and down went the level of cream
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum

And finally that whore did cry
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
And finally that whore did cry
Enough! Enough! I'm satisfied!(in high pitched voice)
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum

That prick split her from arse to tit
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
That prick split her from arse to tit
The whole fucking place was covered in shit
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum

They scrapped her up into a bag
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
They scrapped her up into a bag
Serves her right for being a slag
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum

And now here comes the tragic bit
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
And now here comes the tragic bit
There was no way of stopping it
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum

It jumped off her and onto him
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
It jumped off her and onto him
And then it buggered their next of kin
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum

The last time that that prick was seen
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
The last time that that prick was seen
It was down in London fucking the queen
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum

And finally a child was born
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
And finally a child was born
With two brass balls and a fucking great horn
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum

The moral of the story should be clear
A-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly-rum-tiddly rum
The moral of the story should be clear
NEVER FUCK WITH AN ENGINEER!


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,Jack
Date: 01 Apr 05 - 07:37 PM

I would like to know where the bawdy ballad "Big Rhode Island Red" orginated from - and are they any other versions to the song.

Jack


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: wigan
Date: 11 Sep 04 - 09:46 AM

can't remember the title of the tune,but tis an old english folksong.
song in rhyming couplets. after ist line chorus of hey ho said rowley.afetr 2nd with a roly poly up em an stuff em, hey ho said anthony rowley
a is for arsehole all covered in shit
and b is the bastard who revels in it

c is for cunt all covered in cream
and d is the dickhead who licks it all clean

e is for eunuch with no balls at all
and f is the fucker who fucks at them all

g is for goitre gonorreah and gout
h is the harlot who dishes them out

i is the injection you get for the itch
while j is the jerk of a dog on a bitch

k is the king who shat on his throne
and l is the lesbian who fucks all alone

m is for maidenhead all tattered and torn
n is the noble who died with the horn

o is for orifice all cunningly concealed
and p is for penis all raedy and peeled

q is the quaker who shat in his hat
and r is the rascal who rogered the cat

s is for shithouse filled to the brim
and t are the turds that float there within

u is for uterus and uterine duct
and v is the virgin who wished she'd been fucked

w's the wife who makes it a farce
and x y and z you can stick up your arse

to the memory of terry baxter


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 05 Sep 04 - 01:31 AM

Sailor variation of "Sweet Violets" (aka There once was farmer)

DT midi file = http://www.mudcat.org/midi/midifiles/Sweet%20Violets.mid

There was a young sailor who
Looked through the glass,
He spied a young mermaid with scales on her
Frightfully clean island where sea gulls fly over their nests
As she combed the long hair that hung over her
Shoulders and caused her to tickle and itch,
Yelled a sailor, "Well I'll be a son of a
Beautiful mermaid out there on the rocks
And the crew came-a-running, their hands on their
Caps while they crowded four deep on the rail
All eager to share in this fine piece of
Talk which the Captain soon heard from the watch
So he tied down the wheel and unbuttoned his
Crackers and cheese which he kept near the door
In hopes he might come on a sea-going
Happy, he knew he must use all his wits
So he called for a line to make fast to her
Tail, saying, Boys, we are finally going to find,
"Whether mermaids do better before or
"Be brave. my good fellows," the Captain next said
"And with lick we'll break through her maiden
Heading to starboard, they tacked with dispatch
And caught that fair mermaid right on the
Side and immediately hustled her down below decks
Where each had a crack at this wonder of
Setting her free after each had a pass
They tossed her back in with a splash on her
After a while they all noticed some scabs
And soon they broke out with the pox and the
Cursing and scratching, you know what I mean
This song may be dull, but it's frightfully clean.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 04 Sep 04 - 06:38 AM

Home For a Rest

Performed by Spirit of the West

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
These so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest...

We arrived in December and London was cold
So we stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road
We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats

chorus

Euston Station the train journey north
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past odd crooked dikes, through Yorkshire's green fields
We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled

chorus
Take me home...

By the light of the moon she'd drift through the streets
A rare old perfume so seductive and sweetv
She'd tease us and flirt as the pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a round

The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
And the spirits we drank are now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
And don't lift up my head 'til the twelve bells of noon


chorus
Take me home...

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,,gargoyle
Date: 03 Sep 04 - 07:06 AM

Love Me Tender

Love me tender,
Love me sweet;
Wrap your lips around my meat.

Watch me smile and watch me grin.
As my cum rolls, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 03 Sep 04 - 02:17 AM

What a Wank

(TUNE: William Tell Overture)

What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank,wank.
What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank,wank.
What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank,wank.
What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank,wank.

What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank,wank.
What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank,wank.
What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank,wank.
What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank,wank.

What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank,wank.
What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank,wank.

What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank,wank.
What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank,wank.
What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank,wank.
What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank,wank.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 02 Sep 04 - 04:45 AM

I Used to Work in Chicago

Additional Verses

(Rhondda Cynon Taf/Swansea FC Version)

Pork blinds she wanted, beef curtains she go

Witch's collar she wanted, wizard's cuff she

Dry panniers she wanted, sogg saddlebags she got

Smile at a hot she wanted, snarl a the buzby she got

M69 she wanted, Northern route she got

Embroyo custard she wanted, baby gravy she got

Savory sea horse she wanted, chocolate starfish she got

Robin she wanted, thrush she got

Black bowler she wanted, purple helmet she got.

Lech Walesa she wanted, prominent Pole she got

Meatphysical conversation she wanted, f**k she got..

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 01 Sep 04 - 04:54 AM

There Is A Green Hill

There is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,
Where our dear Lord was crucified,
He died to save us all.

He died to save us all,
He died to save us all,
For he's a jolly good fellow,
He died to save us all.

He's so nice, He's Devine.
He's the bloke from Palestine,
Has anybody seen JC?

He's so great, He's so cool,
Walks across your swimming pool,
Has anybody seen JC?

He's so nice, He's so fine
Changes water into wind,
Has anybody seen JC?

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: wigan
Date: 31 Aug 04 - 03:37 PM

just re-read 3.16. i am a christian and new no pagans et al until after my wife died. guess what,all the wiccans druids pagans gave me the best support i could have wished for. it wasn't asked for or sought but was given freely resulting in a lot of new friendships. reminnds me of the parable of the good samaritan!!!


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: wigan
Date: 31 Aug 04 - 03:28 PM

gargoyle,will post it but won't have time for a day or so


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 31 Aug 04 - 06:36 AM

wigan! PLEASE post the alphabet song - and when/where you first heard it - these folk need to be taught more than a little manners and respect.

The Alternative DELILAH

I saw the white of her thighs as I pulled down her panties.
I saw the crystaline joice from last night on her pubes.
She was an old bag, distended F**Y and wasted fallopian tubes.

CHORUS
Why, why, why Deliah,
My, my, my, Delilah.
Eighty-four, an ocotgenarian whore,
Forgive me Delilah - I just couldn't take any more.

Chomping away on my tool night and day I was happy.
Gums round my meat she was happy and started to laugh.
(ha, he, ha, ha)
Then she got lockjaw]
I felt my hands round her throat and she sucked no more.

CHORUS
Why, why, why Deliah,
My, my, my, Delilah.
Eighty-four, and ocotgenarian whore,
Forgive me Delilah - I just couldn't take any more.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: wigan
Date: 30 Aug 04 - 10:33 AM

so! im crude and vulgar??
played rugby for 40 years,and coached junior teams and refereed. didn't stop me looking after a wife dying of cancer for 4.5years.
doesn't stop me doing voluntary charity work. GET OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE. prove you are what you pretend to be, by action not words.

when i get time i'll pm the words to the alphabet song.
starts a is for arsehole all covered in shit
       hey ho said roly
       and b is the bastard who revels in it
       with a roly poly up 'em and stuff 'em
       hey ho said anthony roly


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 30 Aug 04 - 05:59 AM

The Alternative Yesterday

Yesterday...
All my herpes seemed so far away,
Now it looks as if it's here to stay.
Oh I believe in yesterday.

Syphilis...
How was I to know I'd contract this?
How it hurts each time I take a piss,
Oh I believe in sysphilis.

Why she had to grow, I don't know,
She wouldn't say.
I did somethings wrong with my dong,
Now she won't play....

Leprosy....
I'm not half the man I used to be,
Bits and pieces just fall off of me,
Oh I believe in leprosy.

Gonorrhea...
Spreading from my dick up to my ear,
And my bollocks seem a little queer.
Oh I believe in gonorrhea.

Amputees...
I don't even have to....
(censored....)

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 30 Aug 04 - 02:16 AM

I really like this one. It seems to have been "making the rounds" only within the last year.

Yankee Sailor

Yankee tell me pretty lady,
Blitish call me f**king whore.
Me no likee Blitish Sailor,
Yankee pay five dollar more.

Yankee tap-tap on my window, Blitish break down f**king door.
Me no likee Blitish Sailor,
Yankee pay five dollar more.

Yankee take my clothes off slowly,
Blitish rip them to the floor.
Me no likee Blitish Sailor,
Yankee pay five dollar more.

Yankee make love on my pillow.
Blitish f*ck me on the floor.
Me no likee Blitish Sailor,
Yankee pay five dollar more.

Yankee finish in five minutes,
Blitish take an hour more.
Me no likee Blitish Sailor,
Yankee pay five dollar more.

Yankee, he go home on Friday
Blitish stay for ever more.
Me no likee Blitish Sailor,
Yankee pay five dollar more.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 30 Aug 04 - 01:57 AM

I Need A Sheep

Bring me some whisky mother,
I'm feeling frisky mother,
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night!
I need a lover, mother,
No, not my brother, mother,
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night

Na, na, na, na, na, na etc....

Gerbils don't make it, mother.
They just can't take it, mother.
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night.
Owls, bats and other critters just tend to give me jitters,
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night

Na, na, na, na, na, na etc....

Sheep never talk about it, they never ever doubt it,
Always so placid, affectionate and nice,
Give me that lanolin - better than a flannelin',
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night

Na, na, na, na, na, na etc....

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 29 Aug 04 - 04:09 AM

Fragments are found scattered through the "Nice songs made dirty thread"....this is a full version....and some of those other verses would go well also.

These Foolish Things

The tattered remnants of an old French letter,
The dose of sysphilis that won't get better,
And when I piss it stings,
These foolish things, remind me of you.

The dirty panties in the cracked washbasin,
The broken jerry that I washed my face in,
The bed with creaking springs,
These foolish things, remind me of you.

When I awoke upon the moring after,
I saw you tits and pissed myself with laughter,
Oh how the left one swings,
These foolish things, remind me of you.

The birth control book with its well worn pages,
The contraceptive which comes off in stages,
Oh, how by foreskin stings,
These foolish things remind me of you.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 29 Aug 04 - 03:57 AM

The male version is in the forum -

This is the woman's version

Masturbation


(TUNE: Funiculi, Funicula)

Last night I laid at home and masturbated,
It did me good, I knew it would.
All night, the bed spings viber-ated
I think it's canny, to rub my fanny.

You should have seen me on the short strokes,
It felt so grand, I used my hang.
You should have seen me on the long strokes,
Around and round, and up and down.

Eased it, teased it, slid along the floor,
Rubbed it scrubbed it tickled it to the core.
Some people say that being fucked is very grand,
But for personal enjoyment, I would rather use my hand.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 29 Aug 04 - 12:02 AM

We Are The Cheltenham Boys


We are the Cheltenham boys,
We are the Cheltenham boys,
We know our manners, we spend our tanners,
We are respected whereever we may go,
And as we're walking down the Gloucester Road,
Doors and windows open wide.
You can hear the mother's shout
"Put those bloody Woodbines out!"
We are the Cheltenham Boys.

We kan't reed an' we wan't rite,
But that don't reelly maaatuur,
We al come from Chelt-nmam-shur,
"And we can draav a tractur,
Oo-arr, oo-arr, oo-arr, oo-ar, oo-ar.
Chelt-nam-shur la, la, la,
Chelt-nam-shur la, la, la,
Chelt-nam-shur la, la, la,
Chelt-nam-shur la, la, la,

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 28 Aug 04 - 08:24 PM

My Old Man's A Pervert


(MGM)

CHORUS:
My old man's a pervert, he wears a pervert's mac.
He like's to stand in bus queues and w**k down people's backs.

One day while waiting for the bus, a girl said, "Please come quick."
"Wait replied the old man, "I've just got out my prick."

CHORUS

My mum her name is Dawn, she lives an awful life.
That's not really surprising - she is a pervert's wife,
She comes downstairs each morning, looking all pale and worn
'Cos we know dad is always up the crack of dawn.

CHORUS

One night he went a-calling upon the vicar's wife.
He thought that he would give her, the worst fright of her life.
Unbuttoning his lies, his dick showed without warning,
She said, "put it on the mantelshelf - I'll smoke it in the morning."

CHORUS

My old man's a pervert, he wears a pervert's mac.
He like's to stand in bus queues and w**k down people's backs.
If you should see a pervert, w**king off like mad,
Don't kick him in the bollocks - it might be my old dad.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 28 Aug 04 - 08:04 PM

Ahhh...what a wonderful number fell to that previous song....a shame it could not linger-longer but there are more cumming and they must be fulfilled.

NUDE OF HARLECH


(tune: Men of Harlech)

What's the use of wearing panties,
Whalebone corsets of your Auntie's
Boxer short and other scanties -
Best of all is nude.

There's such fin in going bra-less,
Now that it's no longer lawless
"Specially if your figure's flawless -
Best of all is nude.

Nude is what you're born in
Shirts are never torn in
Underwear and lacy flimsies,
Garter belts and other whimsies
Yards of itchy cloth to put your form in
Best of all is nude.

Ducks all do it, maidens rue it,
Ancient Picts in Britain blue it
Going naked's how to do it
Best of all is nude!

If your garters aren't elastic
Tie them up in knots fantastic
(Panty hose is something drastic!)
Best of all is nude!

If you're tire of wearing clotheses,
Shed your garment 'mongst the roses
Never mind the old bluenoses
Best of all is nude!

Nude is best for ducking!
Worst for horses bucking!
Moonlit nights will see such sights
That are very best for fooling round and elbows!
Nudity is grand to see
A well-known antidote to virginity
Take your clothes off and you'll see:
Best of all is nude!

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 28 Aug 04 - 07:42 PM

Rhode Island Red


(a song about chicken, I think?)...

Has anybody seen my cock,
My big Rhode Island Red?
He's mostly pink, with a little bit of blue,
And he's purple on his head (Gor Blimey).
He stands straight up in the morning,
And he gives me wife a shock,
Has anybody seen, anybody seen,
Anybody, anybody seen my cock?

He's a right big-headed little upstart,
The best you've ever seen.
He could have got gonorrhea,
Instead he got gangrene.
He should have worn a condom
But the silly sod forgot,
Has anybody seen, has anybody seen,
Has anybody seen my cock?

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 28 Aug 04 - 12:36 PM

WHO IS SYLVIA?

(Tune - Turkey in the Straw)

Who is Sylvia?
What is she?

She's a rag bag, a shag bag, an automatic whore.
She's got a fanny like a big barn door
She can run, skip and jump
Catch a barrel up her cunt.
She's the girl for me.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 28 Aug 04 - 12:35 PM

We'll keep these three kindred songs in the same general piece of the thread.

Mary Ann Burns - Queen of all the Acrobats

Mary Ann Burns is the queen of all the acrobats;
She can do tricks that will give a man the shits.
She can flip a green pea from her fundamental orifice,
Do a double backflip catch it on her tits.
She's a great big son-of-a bitch, twice as big as me,
Hair on her ass like the branches in a tree.
She can swim, fish, fight, fuck,
Fly a plane, drive a truck.
Mary Ann Burns is the girl for me.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 28 Aug 04 - 12:12 PM

Tiger Lily

Oh her name is TigerLily
She's a whore from Piccadilly,
And her mother is another in the Strand,
Her father sells his arse hole
At the Elephant and Castle,
They're the finest f***king family in the land.

She's a big fat cow, twice the size of me,
She's got hairs upon here belly like the branches of a tree
She can read, write, f**k, fight and ride f**king motorbike,
....And that the girl who's gonna marry me.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 28 Aug 04 - 06:57 AM

All the songs, in this general area, are from a songbook published in 2004 by the Cardiff, Wales Hotelier's Association

Give Me a Clone

(Home, Home on the Range)

Oh, give me a clone,
Of my own flesh and bone,
Yit its Y0chromosome changed to an X.
And when it is grown,
Then my own little clone
Will be of the opposite sex.

Chorus

Clone, clone of my own,
With your Y-chromosome changed to an X,
And when I'm alone, with my own little clone,
We will both think of nother but sex.

Oh, give be a clone,
Is my sorrowful moan,
A clone that is wholly my own.
And if she's and X, of the feminine sex,
Oh, what fun we will have when we're prone.

My heart's not of stone,
As I've frequently shown,
When alone with my own little X.
And after we've dined, I'm sure we will find,
Better incest than Oedipus Rex.

Why should such sex vew,
Or distrub or perplex,
Or induce a disparaging tone.
After all, don't you see, since we're both of us are me,
When we're having sex, I'm alone.

And after I'm done,
She'll have the fun,
For I'll clone myself ere I die.
And this time without fail, they'll be both of them male,
And they'll each ravish her by and by.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 28 Aug 04 - 06:37 AM

Roll a Silver Dollar

(Roller, roller, roller, roller,.......

You can roll a silver dollar, down along the ground,
And it will, because its round.
I woman doesn't know what a good many she's got
Until she puts him down, (down down down)

Listen, my honey, listen to me,
I want you to understand,
That like a silver dollar goes from hand to hand,
So a woman goes from hand to hand,

Because a man without a woman
I like a ship sithout a sail,
He's like a boat witout a rudder
He's like a fish without a tail,

I say a man without a woman is like a wreck up the shore
But if there's one thing worse in this universe it's a woman,
Oh yes a woman, I said a woman without a man.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 28 Aug 04 - 06:30 AM

Your're Welsh!


(Go West!)



You're Welsh, and you know you are.

You're Welsh, and you know you are.

You're Welsh, and you know you are.

You're Welsh, and you know you are....

Etc.



Sincerely,

Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 28 Aug 04 - 06:20 AM

AS noted by diesel in this thread - Ireland Rugby Song http://www.mudcat.org/Detail.CFM?messages__Message_ID=1148046

Ireland's Call

Come the day

And come the hour

Come the power and the glory

We have come to answer

Our countries call....

From the four pround providences of Ireland[p]

CHORUS

From the mighty

Glens of Antrim

From the rugged hills of Galway

From the wall of Limerick

And Dublin Bay

Grom the four proud provinces of Ireland

CHORUS

Heart of steel

And heads unbowing

Vowing never to be broken

We will fight, until

We can fight no more...

For the four proud provinces of Ireland.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 27 Aug 04 - 12:55 AM

The following series of songs were lyrics obtained in July of 2004 at Cardiff Wales, Mellenium Stadium.

Since so many irrelivant (so-called MUSICAL) threads run into ....so many irrelivant stories here is a Rugby-Thread "irrelivant story" and a "rugby joke".....I do not fear a "dillution of the threa" by less than five percent.

There are damn few ... for sure....on this planet secure....that can claim a lineage more direct.

,

During a Wales v England match at the Millenium Stadium a lightening storm hit Caridff and a bolt was conducted through the towers to the touch line. In a tragic accident both coaches - Graham Henry and Clive Wooward - were killed.

Ther were taken straight to heaven where they were warmly greated by the Almighty. Aftrer a while Clive was taken to thi8s new accommodation, stype cottage with statues outside in the form of English rugby greats. As a constant background he could hear the sweet voices of angels singing Jersualem and Swing Low, Sweet Chariot.

Clive was delighted until he suddenly heard some even more beautiful singing coming from the top of the hill. He listened closer and could her Bread of Heanven follow by Land of My Fathers. Clive looked up the hill to see a great palace with statues outside of Barry John, Gareth Edwards and JPR Willi8ams. A party was taking place in the garden with Grains SA flowing freely as the corwd watched Scott Gibbs scoring his ty at Wembley against England in 1999.

Clive went to The Lord and said: "Look, I dont't want to appear ungrateful - my cottage is great, but why does Graham get the huge mansion?"

God broke into a laugh as he replied: "Clive your've got it all wrong! That';s not Graham's place - it's mine."

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 25 Aug 04 - 01:32 AM

I thought the whole world knew this one ....but find it lacking verses in the DT and Forum

(A personal Nigerian View of Colonialism?)

THE FRENCH NATIONAL ANTHEM

A Frenchman went to the lavatory
To enjoy a bloody good shit;
He took his coat and trousers off
So that he could - revel in it !
But when he reached for the paper
He found that someone had been there before,
" Ou est le papier? Ou est le papier!
Mon dieu, moo dieu, mon arseholes en feu.
Ou est le papier?"

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 25 Aug 04 - 01:23 AM

I guess you could consider this to be the Italian step-sister of the Mexican who married a Nigerian.....you know....the one from Leland Stanford Jr.'s Farm.





GIVE ME THAT GOOD OLD VINO



CHORUS

Si, si signore,

My sister Belinda

She pissed out the window

All over my brand new sombrero.





I like my gin, it helps me get in, But give me the good old vino, I like my vino, It gives me a stand supremo.





CHORUS





I like my Star, it helps me go far But give me the good etc.



I like my brandy, it makes me feel randy,



I like my stout, it helps me get out.



I like my rum, it helps me to come.



I like my coke, it helps me to poke.



I like my beer, it makes me feel queer. N. B. HASH POOF ONLY.





I like my wine. it makes me feel fine (it stiffens the vine)




I like my claret, it stiffens the carrot.




I like my liquor, it makes me come quicker.




I like my Pimms, it helps with the quims.




I like my Aquavit, it makes me feel neat. (it keeps me on beat).




I like my schnapps, it helps cure the clap.




I like my sprite, I can last out all night.




I like my red, it gets me to bed.




I like my tea, it helps me wee‑wee.




I like my Budweiser, but pussy in nicer.




Sincerely,

Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 24 Aug 04 - 11:51 AM

LAGOS IS STRANGE

Oh, give me a home where the nightfighters roam,
And the area boys they hold sway.
Where often is heard a disparaging word
And the beer is all cloudy and grey.

(Chorus):

Oh, Lagos is strange
If you live here too long you're deranged.
Where the NEPA goes down and potholes abound
And Bar Beach is eroding away.

What a wonderful sight to watch everyone shite
With their arses hung over the side,
Of the wall to the creek, where each day of the week,
The bodies float by on the tide.

(Chorus)

Now to get into town or just moving around,
Transport is hard to be found.
Well there's always a queue, 'cause the molues are few
And their motos just keep breaking down.

(Chorus)

Oh, the last Saturday is for clearing away,
But the refuse collection is lax.
Well they haven't no brains when they muck out the drains,
'Cause the rain washes most of it back.

(Chorus)

Mismanagement here, well they like their beer,
And it's true they're occasionally pissed.
Now 'Rule Number One' says no queers on the run
But the 'odd' one or two they get missed.

(Chorus)

In the circle don't chat, 'cause the R. A.'s no prat,
With 'Down - Downs'to keep those mouths'stilled.
And if that don't suffice, he'll sit them on ire,
And their bare bums will also get chilled.

(Chorus)

Now there are those who come
Just to wiggle their bum
In the hope that they'll pick up sore trade
But the guys around here just Down Down their beer
And get too fucking pissed to get laid.

(Chorus)

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 24 Aug 04 - 11:42 AM

THE CLAP

Once upon a time I was a hasher,
Used to drink a Guider beer or two,
Remember how I laughed away the hours,
Dreaming of the harriets I would screw.
Every Monday evening I'd go out hashing,
Sometimes I'd shortcut along the way
But I'd always otay late at the ON - ON"
Where often you would hear A hasher say ....

(Chorus):

I've got the clap again,
I really should refrain
From KoKo's bar and screwin' local whores
I've got the pills to use,
I must lay off the booze
I've got the clap - oh yes, I've got the clap.

One night to the Hash there came a beauty,
A thing that's quite unusual to do.
But something made me think this girl was different;
It must have been the tatoos on her boobs.
She wore hot plants and a see-through T shirt,
Sipped her beer through rosy choo-choo lips,
All the men began to get excited,
At the sight of this young lady's tits .... (chorus)

Six o'clock Hash Master got his horn out,
Everybody else put their's away
Then I got myself into position,
Where I could see her buttocks sway.
She short-cut and I short-cut beside her,
Wondering if tonight I'd be in luck.
Heard her calling "ON-ON" from the bushes,
And I knew right then that we would f**k .... (chorus)

This girl showed me she really was no novice,
Her repertoire of tricks sure made me sweat.
I came, she came, then we came together,
And our juices flowed till we were wet.
Made our way back finally to the circle,
Watching smiling faces turning green.
Could it be that they were only jealous,
Or could it be they know she wasn't clean? (chorus)

Drove her home that night, she lived in Lagos,
Arranged that this should be a regular thing
But then one week later at the "ON-ON"
I took a piss and felt that tell - tale sting
Now every Saturday evening there's a clinic
That caters for those fellows from the hash,
So that we all can have our frequent check-ups,
And find out what caused that nasty rash. (chorus)

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 24 Aug 04 - 11:25 AM

Ding Dong

On a Sunday afternoon
As the church was turning out
The vicar to the curate said:
"I bet I've been through more of these
Women than you."
And the curates said, "You're on."
"We'll stand by the gates as the women pass by
And this shall be our sign.
You say Ding Ding for the women you had
I'll say Ding dong for mine."

Now there were Ding Dings and there
we Ding Dongs.
There were more Ding Dings than there were Ding Dongs
Till at last a woman went bty and the curate said "Ding Dong."

"Just a minute," said the vicar, "there's a mistake here.
That is my wife I do declare."
"I don't give a bugger, I've still been there
Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong."


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 24 Aug 04 - 05:40 AM

BRIAN BARU

A second variation of of the one found in this thread:

http://www.mudcat.org/@displaysong.cfm?SongID=5755

I was up to my waist in the turf-mould
At the peat contract down in the bog,
When my spade hit something quite solid,
Like a stick, or a stone, or a log.

'Twas a chest of the finest bog oak, sir,
And I wondered at what it might hide,
So I chanced my luck with the fairies,
And I took just a wee peep inside.

I doubt that you'll never believe me,
For I know it could hardly be true
'Twas and ancient ol Irish French letter,
A relic of Brian Baru.

Yes, an ancienct old Irish French letter,
Made of elk hide, and just one foot tall
With a wee golden tag on the end sir,
With his name and his stud fee and all.

I cast my mind back through the ages,
To the days of that hairy old Celt.
And Granwaillie there in the bed lay
With Brian Baru in his pelt.

I heard remark sternly,
Just listen, now let's get this right.
Just as sure as you had you're way last night,
It's the hairy side outside tonight.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 24 Aug 04 - 01:00 AM

This is usually a Septment/October job...but an injury has sent me home early.

I have searched the DT and Forum...and find no versions of these lyrics.

Consider them "fresh meat for the gods."

Another LAGOS Nigeria song is:

The Rajah From Astrakhan

There was a Rajoh from Astrakhan,
Yo Ho, Yo Ho!
A most licentious lout of a man,
Yo Ho, Yo Ho!
O wives he had a hundred and nine
Exluding his favourite concubine.
Yo, Ho, you buggers
Yo Ho, you buggers,
Yo Ho, Yo Ho, Yo Ho!

On night he awoke with a hell of a stand,
He called to warrior, on of this band
"Go down to by harem, you lazy swine
And fetch my favourite concubine
CHORUS

The warrior fetched the concubine
A figure like Venus, a face devine
The Rajah gave and almighty grunt
And parked his p*** inside her c***
CHORUS

The Rajah bellowed lound and long
The maiden's cries were short but strong.
And just when the ride had come to a head
They both fell through the rickety bed.
CHORUS

They hit the ground with one hell of a dunt
Which completely buggered the poor girl's c***.
And as for the Rajah's magnificent c***
It never recovered from the shock.
CHORUS

There is a moral to this tale,
There is a moral to this tale
If you would screw a girl at all,
Plwease stick her up against the wall.
CHORUS

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 24 Aug 04 - 12:40 AM

"Sexual Life of the Camel"

(variation) THE POOFTER VERSES

JOE'S link .... to a now-dead-thread on AOL ..... is an excellent example....of why lyrics SHOULD be posted to the Mudcat treads (with correct notation and credits) http://www.mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=24760#539476

These following verses were purloined from the "Lagos Away Team Pamphlet" in a dark urine-strentched ally of Cardiff, Wales around midnight, in the shadow of Mellenium Stadium, July 2004.

It was an interesting bawdy allustion to several sanguine ballads of the past.

My name is Cecil,
I come from Leicester Square,
I wear open toed sandals,
And a rose bud in my hair.
For we're all queers together
Excuse us while we go upstairs,
Yes, we're all queers together,
That's why we go around in pairs.

I went for a ride on a chuff-chuff
It was crowded so I had to stand,
A little boy offered me his seat,
I went for it with my hand.
For we're all queers together
Excuse us while we go upstairs,
Yes, we're all queers together,
That's why we go round in paris.

It was Christmas Eve in the harem
The eunuchs all standing there,
A hundred dusky maidens,
Combing their public hair.
When along came Father Christmass,
Striding down through the marble halls,
When he asked what they wanted for Christmas
The eunuchs all answered, "Balls!"

(to Mr Bangelstein)

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 12 Apr 04 - 12:06 AM

Least it go without notice Father Bill - your fine words were contributed on Easter Sunday 2004.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,Skipper
Date: 11 Apr 04 - 06:26 PM

Here's a song for John3:16

It's called Jesus Can't Play Rugby

(Sung to the Battle Hymn of the Republic)


CHORUS: Free beer for all the ruggers, Free beer for all the ruggers

Free beer for all the ruggers, Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves


SINGER: Jesus can't play rugby 'cause the Jew won't pay his dues

ALL: Jesus can't play rugby 'cause the Jew won't pay his dues

Jesus can't play rugby 'cause the Jew won't pay his dues

Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves!


SINGER: Jesus can't play rugby 'cause he's only got 12 men

ALL: Jesus can't play rugby 'cause he's only got 12 men

Jesus can't play rugby 'cause he's only got 12 men

Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves!


OTHER VERSES:

The goal posts give him flashbacks

His dad fixes the games

He wears illegal headgear

He's got holes in his hands

He can't support a hooker

Jesus can't play touch judge 'cuz his arms point both ways

He's nailed to a cross

He's got some open wounds

He wears illegal spikes


Be sure to finish this song with the following verse,
to make sure you don't go to hell (for singing this song, at any rate).

ALL: Jesus, we're only joking.
Jesus, we're only joking.
Jesus, we're only joking.
Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves.


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs (oops)
From: SmokinBill
Date: 21 Feb 04 - 05:33 AM

apologies... this is the complete message:

Here's another one I wrote a few years ago. Unfortunately my rugby club never picked this one up and I have long since retired from the sport (except for occassional old boys matches and other fits of dementia).

It's a call and response ditty, and it's designed so people can make up new verses on the fly, just by rhyming with the name of a saint.

THERE AIN'T NO SAINTS IN RUGBY
(To the tune of "South Australia")


Caller: My patron saint is old Saint Mark.
      
Response: Heave away, haul away, what's he the patron saint of?

Caller: Shaggin' all the beasts on Noah's ark.

Response: That's nothing to be ashamed of.

All sing chorus: Oh, that ancient dirty fuck,
                He'd bite his own mother in a ruck
                Bless the soul of that asshole
                Cause there ain't no saints in rugby.

My patron saint is old Saint Clare
(Heave away, haul away, what's he the patron saint of?)
Rainbow-dyeing her pubic hair
(That's nothing to be ashamed of)

chorus

My patron saint is old Saint Nick
(Heave away, haul away, what's he the patron saint of?)
Teaching the elves to suck his dick
(That's nothing to be ashamed of)

chorus

My patron saint is old Saint John
(Heave away, haul away, what's he the patron saint of?)
Showing old ladies his hard-on
(That's nothing to be ashamed of)

..........
I'm sure you can imagine the possibilities for this one. If you're not familiar with the tune, you might want to check out The Pogue's version of "South Australia."

I'd love to see this one catch on at post-match drinkups... Maybe I'll get the Union College Old Boys Rugby Football Club to learn it.

Smokin' Bill's Digital Depot


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: SmokinBill
Date: 21 Feb 04 - 05:06 AM

Here's another one I wrote a few years ago. Unfortunately my rugby club never picked this one up and I have long since retired from the sport (except for occassional old boys matches and other fits of dementia).

It's a call and response ditty, and it's designed so people can make up new verses on the fly, just by rhyming with the name of a saint.

THERE AIN'T NO SAINTS IN RUGBY
(To the tune of "South Australia")


Caller: My patron saint is old Saint Mark.
      
Response: Heave away, haul away, what's he the patron saint of?

Caller: Shaggin' all the beasts on Noah's ark.

Response: That's nothing to be ashamed of.

All sing chorus: Oh, you ancient dirty fuck,
you'd bite your own mother in a ruck


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: SmokinBill
Date: 21 Feb 04 - 04:58 AM

Okay, I just spent a bloody hour reading your collection. I'm impressed and appropriately disgusted.

Here is one of my own songs you might like to add to your repertoire:


HERE'S TO THE VAGINA
(To the tune of "St. James Infirmary")

Here's to the vagina,
From whence each of us came.
Each vagina is unique,
No two are the same.

Vaginas are all beautiful,
Be they black or brown or white.
Some men like them all stretched out,
But most prefer them tight.

Here's to the vagina... etc.

Some vaginas are shaven bald,
And some have fur like mink.
Some smell sweet like French perfume,
But most vaginas stink.

Here's to the vagina, etc.

When dealing with vagina,
Don't act in too much haste.
Remember, friends, when you go down,
To sniff before you taste.

Here's to the vagina ...

Smokin' Bill's Digital Depot


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: Joe Offer
Date: 15 Feb 03 - 12:32 PM

Gargoyle, that's quite a collection. I did my best to fix your HTML where it needed fixing. Now I have another collection of Rugby songs for you to study, francerugby.fr

I wish my French were a little better...

-Joe Offer-


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: Gareth
Date: 17 Nov 02 - 07:04 PM

Gargoyle - You old tosser - a correction to your post on We are all queers together/

"I went for a ride on the tram-tram,
It was crowded and I had to stand,
When a sweet little boy offered his seat,
I reached (illegable)…. my hand"


Should read :-

"Then a sweet little boy offered me his seat,
So I reached for it with my hand"

And theres the verse youv'e forgoten

"I stayed at a posh London hotel,
The waiters were all of a kind,
I asked for prompt room service,
They said it was a little behind"

Gareth


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: Joe_F
Date: 17 Nov 02 - 06:47 PM

Browsing this thread, I discovered that way back in October 2001 I
promised a Scottish version of There Was a Monk of Great Renown, but
never followed up. Here it is:

THERE WAS A MONK OF GREAT RENOWN

(As sung at St Andrews University, ca. 1959)

1. NARRATOR (sings): There was a monk of great renown, (3x)
                      Who bought a whore for half a crown.

CHORUS
CONGREGATION (speaks): The sod!
                        The dirty sod!
                        The bastard deserves to die.
NARRATOR (speaks): How shall he die?
CONGREGATION (shouts): Fuck him!
                        (After 2. also:) Double-fuck him!
                        (After 3. also:) Triple-fuck him!
                        (After 4. also:) Quadruple-fuck him!
NARRATOR (whispers): Shhhh! Here comes the vicar.
VICAR (speaks): A prayer for those in trouble.
CONGREGATION (shouts): Abortion!
VICAR (speaks): A prayer for the frustrated.
CONGREGATION (shouts): Fuck!
VICAR (speaks): A prayer for the constipated.
CONGREGATION (shouts): Shit!
VICAR (speaks): A prayer for the castrated.
CONGREGATION (shouts): Balls!
VICAR (speaks): Gentlemen! What have we said?
                Let us pray for the soul of Brother Banglestein.
CONGREGATION (sings): Glory, glory, hallelujah!
                      Balls for Brother Banglestein,
                      Banglestein, Banglestein,
                      Balls for Brother Banglestein,
                      Dirty old man!
                      For he keeps us waiting
                      While he's masturbating,
                      So balls for Brother Banglestein,
                      Dirty old man!

2. NARRATOR (sings): His brother monks were so annoyed
                      'Cos with a woman he had toyed,

3.                     They put an end to all his frolics,
                      For with a knife they cut off his ballocks,

4.                     And now, bereft of all desire,
                      He sings soprano in the choir,
--
--- Joe Fineman    jcf@TheWorld.com

||: The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we :||
||: started and know the place for the first time.          :||


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 15 Nov 02 - 10:58 PM

An appropriate song for this immediate period in history, as we are posed on the brink of another war with Iraq.

I have chosen to post this to the "Rugby Thread" because of its ribald content and more importantly, its origins are within the Camp Pendleton Marine Base – the song-book source for my previous postings to this thread. However, the immediate reference is even stranger.

Roll Me in Your Arms - "Unprintable" Ozark Folksongs and Folklore", Volume 1, Folksongs and Music, Vance Randolph, University of Arkansas Press, 1992, No. 180 Root, Hog or Die! p 576-579.

"The original 1850's "Bullwhackers' song" lent itself to lively parodies….

"Here is the text of "Old Saddam Hussein" (or "old Harem-Scarem"), collected at the U.S. Marine Carps boot training camp, Pendleton, California, February 1991. See glossarial notes at the end of the text. Each double stanza repeats its own last two lines, as shown, to form the chorus. The cannibalistic images are striking:

When old Saddam Hussein found
His pecker (ellick) wouldn't stand,
He thought he's sell his harem
And work it off by hand
The pussies all got frantic
And his wives began to cry,
He called his asshole-buddies,
Told 'em Root hog or die!

Root hog or die! Root hog or die!
He called his asshole-buddies,
Told 'em, Root hog or die!

When old Saddam Hussein
Came 'round here in the south,
We cut his pickled pecker off
And stuffed it in his mouth.
We boiled his balls for supper
An' Hung his asshole out to dry,
We told that mother-fucker
He could root hog or die.!

Root hog or die! Root hog or die!
He called his asshole-buddies,
Told 'em, Root hog or die!

Well, old Saddam Hussein
Had the nerve to claim he'd stay,
He thought he's wave his scepter
(Hand-gester of masturbating:)
And the Corps would run away.
We chopped him up for pigfood
In his dirty, rotten sty,
We told that mother-fucker
He could root hog or die!

When old Saddam Hussein
Started burning up the gas,
We took his poisoned Scuds
And we shoved them up his ass.
We shot him full of Patriots
And blasted him sky-high,
We told that mother-fucker
He could root hog or die!

If the Army and the Navy
Ever get to Heaven's halls,
They will find old Saddam sliding
Down the staircase on this balls.
We'll ca-ter-ate that bastard
Or we'll know the reason why,
We'll show that mother-fucker
He can root hog or die!

Root hog or die! Root hog or die!
He called his asshole-buddies,
Told 'em, Root hog or die!

"The singer added that he also knew a sequel called ' Kuwaitus Interruptus.'"….In stanza 1:2 above, pecker penis, and so also the dialectal variant ellick, from the Scottish name Alec, as in "smart aleck," for any disliked would-be hero or wit.

Randolph within this immediate section also includes an interesting footnote. It is regarding rap (so disliked by some current wannnabe mudcat drop-ins) and yet a rich, ripe area of lyric harvesting. (Xenophobes!!!)

"In 2:7 mother-fucker, originally a Negro slang term used aggressively in "dozens" insult-contests or "rap" sessions as the most extreme insult possible, but not often meant literally and sometimes abbreviated expurgatorial – especially by white jazz musicians – to "mother" or mockingly varied Oedipally to "granny-jazzer" or "poppa-hoppa."

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: Snuffy
Date: 22 Dec 01 - 07:02 AM

Dan Farson is just plain wrong on this one

They called the bastard Stephen, 'Cos that was the name of the ink.

When I was at Grammar School in the 50s/60s all our work had to be done in fountain pen, and you had to carry a bottle of ink round in your satchel for refilling purposes. Steven's Blue-Black ink was my prefered choice, but some of the other kids used Quink instead.


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