tastybento - Swing Low Lyrics

Swing low sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
On the pitch we grind no time for slackin' (nah)
Tackles hit like hammers never lackin' (yea)
Rugby life we train hard no relaxin' (nope)
Stripes on the jersey we attackin' (attack)
Boots laced tight scrums break feel the impact (crash)
Blood sweat and tears man we live that (live it)
Push through the line breakin' past the fullback (gone)
Triumph in our eyes ain't no turnin' back (win)
Feel the roar of the crowd in the backdrop (loud)
Every match a war yeah we won't stop (never)
Swing low sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
In Twickenham's roar where legends are born (yah)
Singin' Swing Low as the crowds adorn (word)
Remembering Chariots Offiah's fleet run (run)
Speed on the field like a bullet from a gun (gone)
From 1987 chants echoed so clear (cheer)
"Swing Low Sweet Chariot" with passion sincere ('spect)
Now it's grit and grind eighty minutes we give it (give it)
Our squad's tightknit ain't no limit (nah)
England's pride defending the throne (crown)
Unity and honor it's how we're known (known)
Passin' through defense like shadows at dawn (swift)
Head high focused from dusk to dawn (straight)
Victory in our hearts glory in sight (clear)
England's might in the game pure delight (strong)
Hear the anthem feel the passion ignite (burn)
With every chant we rise to new heights (fly)
From youth leagues to the pros we respect the skill (respect)
Our hearts beat for rugby the thrill is real (real)
From the muddy fields to stadium lights (shine)
We play with honor and we're ready to fight (fight)
With every try scored and every lineout won (victory)
It's the game we love under the English sun (pride)
Our team's got heart and we play with class (style)
In this rugby world ain't no one surpass (us)