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Rugby’s Pleasing

Oh rugby’s pleasing; the rugby season

Brings greatest pleasure when your body’s new

But as you grow older the winds seem colder

So it’s only played by the lunatic few


Oh when I was twenty, and scoring plenty

The lasses would cheer as I made the try

But now I’m past forty and passing portly

They only sneer as I hobble by


In the gloomy interior of clubs inferior

Ex-players vigour is leached away

But for us rugby’s painless because we’re brainless

And so we still play every Saturday


We’re Spenny’s Army, in perfect harmony

The Strollers of PGRFC

All hearty veterans you’ll ne’er find better ‘uns

Well versed in all nine points of roguery