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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