An Ode to English Rugby

Ye come up here tae paradise
Tae beat us at your game
Aw' wind and piss and full o'shit
Yer aw' the bloody same
Ye caw yersels the champions
The nations most elite
Scotland are the winners
Yuv just been fuckin' beat!

A game that wis invented,
Fur English gentlemen
No Highland Jocks wae tartan frocks
Well bliddy think again
A baw that's shapit like an egg
It's jist a stupit farse
A suppose it maks it easier
Tae ram right up yer arse!

So git back hame an lick yer wounds
Yer a bunch o stupit fools
It's time fur you tae cheat again
Change the f*ckin' rules
Rugby, fitba, cricket tae
Yer jist a shower o chancers
Stick tae whit ye dae best
You Morris fuckin' dancers!