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Walsall FC

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 As a boy I joined the Fellows
in their park to hear the bellows
of the boys in the home end
the ball and posts we fend
at the FA cup night draws
gainst the watfords, liverpools and more.
In Walsall all the Saddlers
mount their leather horses
with ruby red shirts,
in yam blood, the passion courses.
Now the new stand crowd agrees
we dont mind paying all the fees
because our Walsall is the best
Bescot us, up above the rest.

Notes

Many thanks for the opportunity to submit, I am based on Butterrow too!
Richard.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/walsall-fc/