We stomp through the mud with our boots full of rain

Laughing out loud though we're aching with pain

Shoulder to shoulder, we charge down the lane

Singing our rugby-roll, sweet as a train

The scrum is a storm where we push till we fly

Someone is shouting, "Hold steady, don't lie!"

We rise from the heap with a cheer in the sky

Brothers in battle, and none asking why

Oh, raise up your tankards and rumble the floor

We've tackled the darkness and opened the door

When friends take the field, you don't need any more

That try-line blues keeps callin', callin' for sure!

Out on the wing, where the cold rivers blow

We dance with the danger but move in the flow

Pass after pass in a wild amber glow

Chasing that ball like a runaway show

The pub after match is our kingdom of song

We toast every rookie for comin' along

A bruise or a scar never means you were wrong

It's proof that your heartbeat was steady and strong

And when the world feels heavy

And your boots just drag the ground

You know your mates will lift you

Turn that sorrow right around

A choir made of rascals

With muddy souls but proud

We roar like rolling thunder

When the pub crowd sings out loud

Oh, raise up your tankards and rumble the floor

We've tackled the darkness and opened the door

When friends take the field, you don't need any more

That try-line blues keeps callin', callin' for sure!

So here's to the nights when the floodlights are bright

To bruises that bloom in the pale morning light

To teammates who stay when the fight's still in sight

And laughter that rolls through the long tavern night

We sing through the mud

Through the cheers and the booze

Forever we're brothers

In the try-line blues