Rugby songs

Do they still get sung?

Has the Engineer been off-shored to China?
Has Eskimo Nell succumbed to the ravages of Global warming and social anthropologists?
And wherever was the Good Ship Venus last sighted?

The only remaining vestige seems to be in the appalling Sweet Chariot (verse only).

Have all these childish things been put aside? Or do the kids (and not so kids) still keep up the old tradition in the changing room and the back of the bus or in the bar?

I don't think I've hears one for twenty-five years. But I do live in the back-end of rugby's beyond.

Portnoy - is this question just aimed at the English?

In Welsh rugby anyway the songs are still going strong.

Hymns and Arias, Cwm Rhondda, Sospan Fach, Calon Lan, Lawr ar lan y mor etc. We've got loads

Nah Dreamer.

The songs was referring to were more err - less innocent.

Sospan Fach used to frighten me as an eight-year-old. I thought it was intimidating. Imagine my surprise when I discovered as an an adult that it was a nursery rhyme,

ha, that's brilliant Portnoys!

ah, right the less innocent ones -there are most definitely some of them that are still sung, can't say I know too many of them though, my dad and my brother always made sure not to sing them when I was in hearing distance.

why jeruselem isnt sung at english games is a disgrace, thats the best rugby some by far, it should be the national anthem aswell, its brilliant

I certainly still sing songs like Chicagos on occasion, along with a couple of other ruder ones.
They tend to be local rugby club songs though, not something thats sung at/after twickenham or at the premiership grounds!

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I don't live there any more



I think that the old booze culture might be disappearing.

Which is good.
I was brought up to believe it was noncy.

We still sing them on the bus back from away games.

While a youthful U-14, a blank canvas in terms of my knowledge of both the world and rugby I was once treated to a wonderful afternoon by a early developing 13 year old girl who had a thing for knobbly kneed, skinny aspiring outhalves.

All over me she was. Not a clue from either of us and there was a fair amount of teeth clashing, frequent moments of having to come up for air, sore lips, necks sucked raw. And, while it's entirely possible I've managed to convince myself this is true but in fact isn't, there was some rather heart rate elevating up-the-jumper action. And I don't mean forwards rugby.

So... yeah. Rugby snogs. Can't beat 'em.

Three German officers?

How about Dicky Dido? One black one, one white one and one with a bit of (unmentionable) on and one with a fairy light on hung down to her knee

Is everyone familiar with the "Dance of the flaming 4$$hole"?

Is that still practised I wonder?

Those were the days, ahhh the flying wedge, when rucking meant rucking the shirt off someone's back, yards of ale and a good old sing-a-long (sniff) the good ole days, eh?

They let women into the clubhouse bar now...