The Red Flag

The working class can besar mi culo,
I've got the foreman's job at last.
I'm back at work and off the dole,
so stick that bandera roja arriba tu hoyo.
'twas on The Rock, Gibraltar fair
I saw a maiden lying there,
and as she lay in sweet repose,
a gust of wind blew up her clothes.
A sailor who was passing by
Tipped his hat and winked his eye,
and then he saw, to his despair
She had the red flag flying there

Sung to the tune of Oh Tannenbaum


Rugby Songs, Michael Green, ed.:

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