Noble England de Rik Mayall's

Once more onto the pitch dear friends once more
To raise up these walls with our English cheer.
When the whistle blast blows in our ears
Then imitate the ashen of the tiger
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood
Disguise fair nature with hard favoured force
Then lend the eye a skillful aspect
Set the teeth, oh gentle men in England
Bend up every spirit to its full height
On, on you noble English

Those men of grosser blood, teach them how to play
You good players whose limbs were made in England
Show us here the mettle of your footwork
Let us swear that you are worth your breeding
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips
Straining upon the start, the game's afoot
Follow your spirit upon this charge
Cry God and win for England and St George