Skips

For you they'll try and rip up trees,
Seize the day for victories.
Everyone in you believes!
Put bodies on the line for you,
Get down upon their bended knees,
Search their soul it's true. 

Every root and branch they'll search,
To never leave you in the lurch:
Look to you upon your perch.
Embodiment of team,
High priest of Rugby church,
Know what it all means. 

They'll wear their hearts on sleeves to show,
The lengths and breadths,  how far they'll go:
A debt of gratitude they'll owe.
Hang on every word.
See you as their bigger bro!
Go the extra third. 

Your eyes see deep into their souls,
Honesty keeps this one team whole:
They'll work towards the one team goal!
Effort is their mantra.
Prepared to pay the toll.

Toast you with a slainte! 

Every sinew they will twist,
Turn to calm their own red mist,
Squeeze together their clenching fists
History now put to the test.
A win is top of their wish list.
Go out and do your best!