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The 12 Hours of Rugby
The 12 Hours of Rugby
(Tune: 12 Gifts of Christmas)
In the first hour of rugby, my prop he asked of me:
* Why is my beer mug empty?
In the second hour of rugby, my prop he asked of me:
* Where are the seconds?, and
* Why is my beer mug empty?
In the third hour of rugby, my prop he asked of me:
* Why don't they tackle?
* Where are the seconds?, and
* Why is my beer mug empty?
In the fourth hour of rugby, my prop he asked of me:
* What is that smell?
* Why don't they tackle?
* Where are the seconds?, and
* Why is my beer mug empty?
In the fifth hour of rugby, my prop he asked of me:
* Why did they kick?
* What is that smell?
* Why don't they tackle?
* Where are the seconds?, and
* Why is my beer mug empty?
In the sixth hour of rugby, my prop he asked of me:
* Who ate my twinkies?
* Why did they kick?
* What is that smell?
* Why don't they tackle?
* Where are the seconds?, and
* Why is my beer mug empty?
In the seventh hour of rugby, my prop he asked of me:
* Why are they whining?
* Who ate my twinkies?
* Why did they kick?
* What is that smell?
* Why don't they tackle?
* Where are the seconds?, and
* Why is my beer mug empty?
In the eighth hour of rugby, my prop he asked of me:
* Who needs a minute?
* Why are they whining?
* Who ate my twinkies?
* Why did they kick?
* What is that smell?
* Why don't they tackle?
* Where are the seconds?, and
* Why is my beer mug empty?
In the ninth hour of rugby, my prop he asked of me:
* When do we eat?
* Who needs a minute?
* Why are they whining?
* Who ate my twinkies?
* Why did they kick?
* What is that smell?
* Why don't they tackle?
* Where are the seconds?, and
* Why is my beer mug empty?
In the tenth hour of rugby, my prop he asked of me:
* Who knocked that on?
* When do we eat?
* Who needs a minute?
* Why are they whining?
* Who ate my twinkies?
* Why did they kick?
* What is that smell?
* Why don't they tackle?
* Where are the seconds?, and
* Why is my beer mug empty?
In the 11th hour of rugby, my prop he asked of me:
* Where is the beer?
* Who knocked that on?
* When do we eat?
* Who needs a minute?
* Why are they whining?
* Who ate my twinkies?
* Why did they kick?
* What is that smell?
* Why don't they tackle?
* Where are the seconds?, and
* Why is my beer mug empty?
In the 12th hour of rugby, my prop he asked of me:
* Why do we do this?
* Where is the beer?
* Who knocked that on?
* When do we eat?
* Who needs a minute?
* Why are they whining?
* Who ate my twinkies?
* Why did they kick?
* What is that smell?
* Why don't they tackle?
* Where are the seconds?, and
* Why is my beer mug empty?
In the final hour of rugby, my loosehead/tighthead asked of me:
* Who knocked that on?
* Why did they kick?
* Who knocked that on?
* Why did they kick?
* Who knocked that on?
* Why did they kick?
* Who knocked that on?
(...continues until leader signals)
And "Why is my beer mug empty?
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Swing Low Sweet Chariot
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
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Cockles and Mussels
Cockles and Mussels
In Dublin's fair city,
where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheel'd her wheel barrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow
(Chorus) Crying "Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!"
Alive, alive O! Alive, alive O
Crying Cockles and Mussels Alive, alive O!
She was a fishmonger,
But sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
And they each wheel'd their barrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow,
(Repeat Chorus)
She died of a fever
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone;
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow
(Repeat Chorus)
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All Black's Haka
All Black's Haka
The Haka is a war dance which is chanted (yelled) by the New Zealand All Blacks at their opponents before each match
Traditionally it was chanted by Maori warriors before charging into battle.
Legend has it that around the 1850's there was a war chief named Te Rauparaha. Te Rauparaha was part of the Ngati Toa tribe which lived near modern day Wellington. One day he was being chased by his enemies and, in an attempt to evade them, he hid in a kumara pit. After a short while he heard noises above and thought his foes had found him. He looked up at the top of the pit as it was opened. The sun was bright and blinded Te Rauparaha, then when his eyes adjusted, he saw the legs of an extremely hairy local chief. Realizing he had eluded his pursuers and was safe, he jumped from the pit, and performed the Haka on the spot. He then ran off to do a little chasing of his own.
Ka mate, Ka Mate
(It is death, It is death)
Ka ora, Ka ora
(It is life, It is life)
Ka mate, Ka mate
(It is death, It is death)
Ka ora, Ka ora (It is life, It is life)
Tenei Te Tangata Puhuruhuru
(This is the hairy man)
Nana i tiki mai whakawhiti te ra
(who caused the sun to shine again for me)
Upane, Upane
(Up the ladder, Up the ladder)
Upane, Kaupane
(Up to the top)
Whiti te ra
(the sun shines)
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Flower of Scotland
Flower of Scotland
O Flower of Scotland When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for
Your wee bit Hill and Glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.
The Hills are bare now
And Autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
That stood against him
Proud Edward's Army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.
Those days are past now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him
Proud Edward's Army
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
0 Flower of Scotland
When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for
Your wee bit Hill and Glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.
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Father Abraham
CHORUS:
Father Abraham had seven sons.
And seven sons had Father Abraham.
And he never laughed,
And he never cried,
All he did was go like this.
(With motions)
With a left (arm), With a left
With a right (arm), With a right
With a left (leg), With a left
With a right (leg), With a right
With a HOO (head, With a HOO
With a AAH (pelvis), With a AAH
Father Abraham (HUAH) had seven sons (HUAH)
And seven sons had Father Abraham (HUAH)
And he never laughed (HUAH)
And he never cried (HUAH)
All he did was go like this (HUAH) ?
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Zulu Warrior
Zulu Warrior
Olé zooma zooma zooma
Olé zooma zooma chief
Drink it down you Zulu warrior
Drink it down you Zulu chief
Drink it down you Zulu warrior
Drink it down you Zulu chief, chief, chief!
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