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Rye RFC



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1.Swing Low Sweet Chariot

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;



2.Flower of Scotland

O Flower of Scotland

When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for
Your wee bit Hill and Glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.
The Hills are bare now
And Autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now

Which those so dearly held

That stood against him
Proud Edward's Army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.
Those days are past now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him
Proud Edward's Army
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
0 Flower of Scotland
When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for
Your wee bit Hill and Glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

3.Bread of Heaven

Guide me, O thou great Redeemer,

Pilgrim through this barren land;

I am weak, but thou are mighty,

Hold me with thy powerful hand;

Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more.


Open now the crystal fountain,

Whence the healing stream doth flow;

let the fire and cloudy pillar

Lead me all my journey through:

Strong deliverer,

Be thou still my strength and shield.


When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid my anxious fear subside;

Death of death, and hell's destruction.

Land me safe on Canaan's side:

Songs of praises

I will ever give to thee.



4.All Black’s Haka

The Haka is a war dance which is chanted (yelled) by the New Zealand All Blacks at their opponents before each match Traditionally it was chanted by Maori warriors before charging into battle.

Legend has it that around the 1850's there was a war chief named Te Rauparaha. Te Rauparaha was part of the Ngati Toa tribe which lived near modern day Wellington. One day he was being chased by his enemies and, in an attempt to evade them, he hid in a kumara pit. After a short while he heard noises above and thought his foes had found him. He looked up at the top of the pit as it was opened. The sun was bright and blinded Te Rauparaha, then when his eyes adjusted, he saw the legs of an extremely hairy local chief. Realizing he had eluded his pursuers and was safe, he jumped from the pit, and performed the Haka on the spot. He then ran off to do a little chasing of his own.

Ka mate, Ka Mate
(It is death, It is death)
Ka ora, Ka ora
(It is life, It is life)
Ka mate, Ka mate
(It is death, It is death)
Ka ora, Ka ora

(It is life, It is life)


Tenei Te Tangata Puhuruhuru
(This is the hairy man)
Nana i tiki mai whakawhiti te ra
(who caused the sun to shine again for me)
Upane, Upane
(Up the ladder, Up the ladder)
Upane, Kaupane
(Up to the top)
Whiti te ra
(the sun shines)

5.God Save the Queen

God save our gracious Queen,


Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us;
God save the Queen!

O Lord our God arise,


Scatter her enemies
And make them fall;
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On Thee our hopes we fix,
Oh, save us all!

Thy choicest gifts in store


On her be pleased to pour;
Long may she reign;
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Queen!

Not in this land alone,


But be God's mercies known,
From shore to shore!
Lord make the nations see,
That men should brothers be,
And form one family,
The wide world over

From every latent foe,


From the assassins blow,
God save the Queen!
O'er her thine arm extend,
For Britain's sake defend,
Our mother, prince, and friend,
God save the Queen!

6.La Marseillaise


Allons enfants de la Patrie

Le jour de gloire est arrivé

Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'étendard sanglant est levé
L'étendard sanglant est levé
Entendez vous dans les campagnes mugir ces féroces soldats
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras, égorger vos fils, vos compagnes
Aux armes citoyens! Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons, marchons, qu'un sang impur abreuve nos sillons

and in translation

Arise children of the fatherland
The day of glory has arrived
Against us tyranny's
Bloody standard is raised
Listen to the sound in the fields
The howling of these fearsome soldiers
They are coming into our midst
To cut the throats of your sons and consorts
To arms citizens, form you battalions
March, march, let impure blood water our furrows




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