“Don’t go to the match today, my son,
The journey is arduous, long and tiring.
I’d rather you stayed here at home with me,
And helped me to do that re-wiring.”
“Don’t go to the match today, daughter of mine,
Much better remain here with me.
We’ll go to the centre and look round the shops,
And be back in good time for tea.”
“Oh husband, my husband, don’t go to the match,
Don’t get on that east-bound train.
The pitch, I expect, is a rain-soaked mud-patch,
Do you s’pose you will see a great game?”
“Don’t go to the Cup-tie today, my love,
“Don’t go to the match, dear wife.”
“Why shouldn’t I go to the match today?
Are you worried I might lose my life?”
They went to the match that day, they did,
Lads, lasses, grown women and men.
They set out for Sheffield with hope in their hearts,
And never came home again…
Denys E. W. Jones