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Ode to English rugby.

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  • 06-04-2000 4:02pm
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    Trojan
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    Ode to English rugby.

    Ye come up here tae paradise, tae beat us at your game,
    Aw' wind ans p!ss and full o'sh!t, yer aw the bloody same.
    Ye caw yersels the champions, the nations most elite,
    Scotland are the champions, yu'v just been fu<kin beat.

    A game that wis invented, fur English gentlemen,
    No Highland Jocks wi' tartan frocks, well bloody think again.
    A baw that's shapit like an egg, it's just a stupid farce,
    A'spose it makes it easier, tae ram right up yer ar$e.

    So git back hame an lick yer wounds, yer a bunch o' stupit fools,
    Its time fur you tae cheat again, change the fu<kin rules.
    Rugby, fitba cricket tae, yer jist a shower o' chancers,
    Stick tae whit ye dae the best, ye morris fu<kin dancers.

    [This message has been edited by Trojan (edited 06-04-2000).]

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