Oh come on England's Chariot
Encamped in Paris fair
Welcomed by their Gallic friends
Can they stem their flair?
Once more unto the breach dear friends
Is the cry with which we're met
It starts at every moment
And of course there's crouch bind set!
Stiffen all those sinews
Prepare for each onslaught
Repel all of those phases
Defend and give them nought
There's no such thing as easy games
when playing at this level
It's a little thing - execution
Call it detail's devil
Don't leave it in the changing room
nor on the training pitch
Take it with you on your shirt and
With twinkle toes bewitch
The games afoot my dear friends
It's time to out perform
Come on all let's hit them hard
It's time for Honfleur storm
English followers are behind you
We know Trafalgar's duty
Come on you Sweetest Chariot
You are a thing of beauty
Its time to stamp authority
Taste victory so sweet
Your time to make some history
But please think on your feet!
Wear the shirt with honour
Best you all play out your skin
On come on English finest
The Grand Slam you can win!
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