I Once Was A Sedgley Rover
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Old team photos remind me of the day,
When I was younger and able to play.
All of the memories and friends that I made,
Wherever I chose to ply my trade.
Now it’s all gone and it’s over,
I once was a Sedgley Rover.
A name of respectable football recognition,
With history, style and tradition.
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I made my home debut on the Tenscore,
Admiring the Staffordshire, Shropshire view.
The old colliery land of Baggeridge,
Wombourne and Himley too.
The local amateur football scene was fantastic,
Socks around ankles,
Or tied up with tape or elastic.
This Black Country town and its people,
The pitch in the shadow of All Saints steeple.
This all made me proud to pull over,
The shirt of a Sedgley Rover.
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Boarding the coach in the Bull Ring,
Saturday’s here there’s a venue to find.
The Rovers set off from Sedgley,
Leaving the height of the Beacon behind.
The White Horse pub for Tuesday meetings.
The Station Hotel in Dudley,
Presentation awards and greetings.
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Harry Love, Sidney Partridge and Charlie Hale,
Gave me fond memories,
And I can still tell a tale.
About games that we won or we lost,
A referee and two captains
Without a coin to be tossed.
And now it’s all gone and it’s over,
I once was a Sedgley Rover.
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Robbie Kennedy Bennett
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