F-A CUP 2008.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The bluebirds will fly over Wembley,
and the throstles will sing on the wing.
St. Peter’s Barnsleys guardian angel,
the Pompey chimes will now loudly ring.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Poor Fergie has been left demented,
down at the bridge it’s now full of sighs.
The Spaniard at ‘pool’ was made a fool,
Arsenals foreign legion eat humble pies.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 It proves that with honest endeavor,
a willingness to fight to the end.
If you need it more though you are poor,
there is always hope around the bend.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Like an old man looks in a window,
seeing the watch he had to pawn.
He has a dream for his home town team,
as he walks to work on a cold dawn.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The cup’s come back to where it belongs,
to the working class man in the street,
Just for a year the minnows can cheer,
for loyal fans are footballs heartbeat.



The reference to St. Peter was that when Barnsley were formed in 1887 they were called :- Barnsley St.Peter’s.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/f-a-cup-2008/