Scottish Elises

ODE TO ENGLISH RUGBY
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Ye cam up here tae paradise, tae beat us at your game,
Aw wind and piss and full o’ sh*t, Yer aw the bloody same,
Ye ca yersels the champions, the nations most elite,
Scotland are the champions, Yuv just been fcuk€™ beat.

A game that wis invented, fur English gentlemen,
No Highland Jocks wi tartan frocks, well bliddy think again,
A ba that’s shapit like an egg, its just a stupit farse,
A suppose it makes it easier, tae ram right up your arse.

So git back hame an lick yer wounds, yie a bunch o stupit fools,
It’s time fur you tae cheat again, go change the fcuk€™ rules,
Rugby, fitba, cricket tae, yir just a shower o chancers,
Stick tae whit ye dae the best, you fcuk€™ morris dancers

You could try the letters page of the Scotsman - I'm sure they'll print this one

Afraid its not my work. Wouldn't want to take credit for someone else genius.

top lines might as well give it to them straight

neil p