Don't know why I'm posting this i'm no a Jock
ODE TO ENGLISH SPORTSMEN
Ye come up here tae paradise, tae beat us at your game,
Aw ‘wind and piss and full o’ sh1t, Yer aw the bloody same,
Ye caw yersels the champions, the nations most elite,
Scotland are the champions, Yuv just been wombles beat.
A game that wis invented fur English gentlemen,
No Highland Jocks wi tartan frocks, well bliddy think again,
A baw that’s shapit like an egg, it’s just a stupit farse,
A suppose it maks it easier, tae ram right up yer butt.
So git back hame an lick yer wounds , yer a bunch o stupit fools,
It’s time fur you tae cheat again, change the wombles rules,
Rugby, fitba, cricket tae, yer jist a shower o chancers,
Stick tae whit ye dae the best, you morris wombles dancers.