Givvus a Song
¶ 1
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In the 70’s you used to hear them sing
“We are the Barclay Boot Boys”
Added atmosphere that away fans would bring
Tribal singing was one of footballs greatest joys
¶ 2
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We got older, they changed the ground
We changed stands, we all moved around
All sat in a small, numbered plastic seat
It took something special to get us on our feet
¶ 3
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Changes to the Barclay meant one corner was filled in
Ex-Barclay boys moved across, new songs were drilled in
“We’re the Snake Pit, we’re the Snake Pit over here”
In reply to the “We’re the Barclay over here”
¶ 4
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It would go on for ages Barclay, Snake Pit, Barclay Snake Pit
Then came ‘our’ moment – right to reply, this was it!
‘Sing Up the Jarrold!’ And we’d give a shy little chorus
We’re the Jarrold over here, (yes it was really us)
¶ 5
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Then things changed again, our stand got new sponsors
And now we’ll sing no more
It’s such a shame, we’d just warmed up
We were getting ready to roar
¶ 6
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It took 12 years to get us to sing
Normally, it should be said, we wouldn’t boast
But, it’s a thing of the past, as we’re now
“The-South-Stand-sponsored-by-the-Galway-Roast”
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