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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