There's a town still plays this glorious game
Tho' tis but a little spot.
Tho' tis but a little spot.
And year by year the contest's fought
From the field that's called Shaw Croft.
Then friend meets friend in friendly strife
The leather for to gain,'
And they play the game right manfully,
In snow, sunshine or rain.
For loyal the Game shall ever be
No matter when or where,
And treat that Game as ought but the free,
Is more than the boldest dare.
Though the up's and down's of its chequered life
May the ball still ever roll,
Until by fair and gallant strife
We've reached the treasur'd goal.
That is wild. I would like to be there for that. Have you played this before?
ReplyDeleteSounds fascinating, although I'm pretty certain it's "murder" that's been banned, not "muder." ;-)
ReplyDeleteYea, I will bet that they do get muder and muder as they get into the river. It is not cricket where they stay dry.
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