As for group singing of tasteless songs on buses, where do I start? Circa 1962, that’s where. At that point in the history of the English-speaking peoples, or at any rate of that subset of them who played rugby for their all-boys secondary schools, it was the usual thing when riding the hired bus to an away game for the team to sing its way through a repertoire of traditional songs to which the adjective “tasteless” really doesn’t do justice.An actual singing rugby team named the Jock Strapp Ensemble put out a couple of LPs of their favorites, but I can find only unsatisfactory fragments on YouTube. The great Jim Croce caught some of the flavor with his solo version of “The Ball of Kerrymuir,” although Croce’s last verse is a cop-out. I remember it as:"The village conjurer, he was there,Doing his usual trick . . ."Read the whole thing at Taki's Magazine.