Our boots were paid by installments
A ‘tally man’ picked up every week
A ‘provi cheque’ provided adornments
So we looked well turned out and neat.
I like to say that was the way
When we were growing up
But that’s not so, so I’ll have you know
A jumble sale decked out our club.
Our shirts? Old property of some toffs offspring
Ma bought down the ‘good as new’
The nuns provided us with football stockings
And baggy shorts in a morbid dark blue.
Humble beginnings? Yeah I suppose so
Me mates and me were wafer thin
When match day came, we always thought though
In spite of it all, we could win!