Rugby Songs

Alouette (Toet versie)

Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette, gentille Alouet’
How I love your curly hair
How I love your curly hair
Your curly hair, your curly hair
Alouette, Alouette, a-a-a-a-
How I love:
your Blutshite eyes
your broken nose
your yellow teeth
your double chin
your boomsie-booms
your vette pens
your hairy thing
your crossed knees
your stinkin feet

Your allouett!

 

one banana
one banana
two banana
three banana
four banana
one two three four
laa laa
laa laa laa laala
laa laa laa laala
laa laa laa laala

 

Swing Low Sweet Chariot
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin’ for to carry me home;
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin’ for to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan, and
What did I see,
Comin’ for to carry me home?
A band of angels comin’ after me,
Comin’ for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin’ for to carry me home
If you get there before I do
Comin’ for to carry me home,
Tell all my friends I’m comin’ too
Comin’ for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin’ for to carry me home;
Sometimes I’m up,
Sometimes I’m down,
Comin’ for to carry me home;

Yet still my soul feels heavn’ly bound,
Comin’ for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin’ for to carry me home

Dhina show us your legs

Chorus

Dhina dhina show me your legs,
Show us your leg , show us your leg
Dhina dhina show us your leg
A yard above your knee

A rich girl wears a bassiere
A poor girl uses string
Dhina uses nothing at all
She lets the buggers swing

A rich girl drives a limosene
A poor girl drives a truck
But the only ride that dhina gets
is when she has a fuck

A rich girl uses vaseline
A poor girl uses lard
But dhinauses axle grease
Because her cunts so hard

A rich girl wears a ring of gold
A poor girl one of brass
But the only ring that dhina has
Is the one around her arse

A rich girl uses a sanitary towel
A poor girl uses a sheet
But dhina uses nothing at all
Leaves atrial along the street

The wild rover
I played the wild Rover for many a year.
I spent all me money on whiskey and beer.
And now I’m returning with gold in great store.
And I promise to play the wild rover no more.

CHORUS:
And it’s no, nay, never No, nay, never no more.
Well I’ll play the wild rover no never no more.

Went into an ale house I used to frequent.
I told the land lady me money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me nay.
“Customers like you I can get any day!”

CHORUS –

Reached into me pocket, pull out sovereign’s pride,
and the land lady’s eyes opened wide with delight.
She said “I have whiskey and wines. All the best.”
And the words I have spoken were only in jest.

CHORUS –

Went home to me parents, confessed what I´d done,
And asked them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they caress me, as oft times before,
I’ll promise to play the wild rover no more