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)

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!

WILD ROVER

I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer
And now I've returned with gold in great store
And Ill never play the wild rover no more

(CHORUS)
And its no nay never
"God bless St pauls"
no nay never no more
I'll play the wild rover no never no more

I went to ale house I used to frequent, quent, quent, quent
And I told the landlady my moneys all spent
I asked her for credit she answered me nay
She said custom like yours I can get any day

(Chorus)

Then out of my pocket I pulled sovereigns bight
And the landlady's eyes opened up with delight
She said boy I have whiskeys and wines of the best
And the words I have spoken were only in jest

(Chorus)

I went to my parents confessed what I done
And I asked them to forgiven the prodigal son
And hug me and kissed me like times long before
And I will never play the wild rover no more

(Chorus)

(Last verse can be found from the R-rated rugby songs)

(Chorus)

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

Molly Malone

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)

Jesus Can't Play Rugby

CHORUS:
Free beer for all the ruggers, Free beer for all the ruggers
Free beer for all the ruggers, Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves

SINGER:
Jesus can't play rugby 'cause his head gear is illegal

ALL:
Jesus can't play rugby 'cause his head gear is illegal
Jesus can't play rugby 'cause his head gear is illegal
Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

SINGER:
Jesus can't play rugby 'cause he's only got 12 men

ALL:
Jesus can't play rugby 'cause he's only got 12 men
Jesus can't play rugby 'cause he's only got 12 men
Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

OTHER VERSES:
The goal posts give him flashbacks...
His dad fixes the games...
The Jew won't pay his dues...
He's got holes in his hands...
He can't support a hooker...
He's got open wounds...
Jesus can't play touch judge 'cuz his arms point both ways...
He's nailed to a cross...
He's got some open wounds...
He wears illegal spikes...
Jesus, we're only joking...

Que sera sera - the rugby version

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here's what she said to me

Don't worry, my child
You’re destiny is backline
Your hair’ll always be just right
Don't worry my child

When I started rugby, I fell in love
I asked our coach what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what our coach said

Better still, by lot
The forecast is rain and mud
With many a bruise and cut
Better still, by lot

After 80 minutes when the battle is through
I ask my teammates, what should we do
Will we go home, nurture our wounds
They tell me tenderly

It’s third half time you fool
So get a few pints in you
Then knock back a shot or two
Third half time for you

K-18 rugbylaulut - R-rated rugby songs

Pääset näkemään laulut tästä linkistä. HUOM! Vain yli 18-vuotiaille WRC:n jäsenille.

See the songs from this link. NOTE Only for WRC members over 18 years old.