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North Wales hop 2015

Lullaby for a Referee’s Baby . The pitch is cold and dark The night is dark and deep The players all have gone to bed So sleep, baby, sleep  . The whistle’s on the shelf The boots are in a heap The kit is in the laundry bag So sleep, baby, sleep  . The house […]

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Any Dream Will Do

  I closed my eyes Drew back the curtain to see for certain What I thought I knew Far Far away Someone was weeping But the world was sleeping Any Dream Will Do  . I wore my coat With golden lining Bright colors shining Wonderful and New And in the East The Dawn was breaking […]

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The Scottish FA Cup Final

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk ‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, That thou, light wingèd Dryad of the trees, […]

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A Senior Nottingham Event

Dream Football Dream football is the harder game The grass is devilishly long And growing Fish appear in the trainer’s bucket Your mother has set up a small shop On the halfway line You are obliged to play in your underpants by Allan Ahlberg (1938 – ) . . . Friday 24th April 2015 Precision […]

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The Vicar of Wakefield

They ran and shouted, ran and shot (At passing they were not so hot) Pulled a sock up, rolled a sleeve And scored more goals than you’d believe.   Slid and tackled, leapt and fell Dodged and dribbled, dived as well Headed, shouldered, elbowed, kneed And half-time in the bushes peed.   Yet there was […]

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Scotland The Brave

Alba an Aigh Hark! When the night is falling Hear, Hear! the pipes are calling, Loudly and proudly calling, down through the glen. There where the hills are sleeping, Now feel the blood a-leaping, High as the spirits of the old Highland men. Chorus (Towering in gallant fame, Scotland my mountain hame, High may your […]

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A Warm Welcome on a Cold Night in Bucks

If I speak in pictures then your ears must be my canvas and my tongue a brush that paints the words I want you to imagine Paul Cookson (1961 – ) . . . Tuesday 24th February 2015 Molten Spartan South Midlands League Division I kick-off:- 7.30pm Amersham Town             […]

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Holland 2015 Part 2

They have many a valiant hero, Remembered through the years: But never one whose name so oft Is named with loving tears. And his deed shall be sung by the cradle, And told to the child on the knee, So long as the dikes of Holland Divide the land from the sea! From “The Leak […]

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Holland 2015 (Part 1)

Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green;— Willows whose Trunks beside the shadows stood Of their own higher half, and willowy swamp:— Farmhouses that at anchor seem’d—in the inland sky The fog-transfixing Spires— Water, wide water, greenness and green banks, And water seen— By Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) . . . Wednesday 4th February 2015 Dutch […]

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Faded Glory

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou amongst the leaves hast never known The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies Where but to think is to be […]

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