Ruck Rhymes

Yeah, cold mud on the boots,

steam in the air.

We don't run from the collision.

Lacing up the boots,

locking in the tight five Rain slicked grass,

this is where we feel alive Hit the defensive line,

shoulder to the chest No pain,

no surrender, putting bodies to the test Bind,

bind, set, now we pushing in the scrum Listen to the crowd,

hear the rhythm of the drum Dirt on the jersey,

blood on the knuckles This is eighty minutes where the weak spine

buckles.

Eyes on the prize,

looking for the gap We don't step back,

we execute the plan

(yeah, run it back)

Crash through the line,

take the hit, make

the pass Leave everything we got on the muddy green grass

For the jersey, for the badge,

for the brothers on the field

This is iron against stone and we never gonna yield (we never

yield!)

Offload out the back,

winger hitting the line Flanker over the ball,

jackal just in time Kick deep,

chase hard, pin 'em in the corner Defense like a wall,

coming in warmer Tackle low,

wrap the legs, bring the giant down We fighting for the pride

of this muddy town Spin the ball wide,

see the chalk, make the dive Underneath the posts,

that's the way we survive.

Crash through the line,

take the hit, make the

pass Leave everything we got on the muddy green grass

For the jersey, for the badge,

for the brothers on the field

This is iron against stone and we never gonna yield (never yield!)

Eighty minutes done, mud on the face Respect earned,

in this sacred place.

(whistle blows)