Lament to the Old Ground
¶ 1
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The crumbling stand, the rusty nails
That held the wooden planks in place,
The grassy banks behind both goals
From where we watched the title race.
¶ 2
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The peeling paint stripped to reveal
The previous season’s tale of woe,
The Shed from where our anthems rang
From “Champions” to “Here We Go”.
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Drain pipes leaking, gutters cracked,
Uneven sleepers we’d laid down,
Rounded barriers holding back
The fans of City, Vics and Town.
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Now concrete slabs surround the pitch.
Our ground is new but grey and bland,
Victim of a grading scheme
That cost the club a million grand.
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The echoes of a distant past
Now lie subdued, our choir will die.
Each song is lost, each shout unheard
-Buried in a concrete pie.
¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The Unibard (Barry Lenton)
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