One for our star stirker.
Rowan Vine, Vine, Vine, Rowan Vine, Vine, Vine, Rowan Vine, Vine, Vine, Rowan Vine, Vine, Vine, Rowan Vine, Vine, Vine, Rowan Vine, Vine, Vine, Rowan Vine, Vine, Vine, Rowan Vine, Vine, Vine...
If You Can't Talk Proper Shut Yer Mouth Chant
Sang to Northerners (who don't understand what we're singing)