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Little Wigan(An Ode to the Darkside)
The likes of Wigan should be easy to beat,
Say the arrogant hordes of football’s elite.
They have a proud history of footballing feats,
Whilst we are best known for our blue, empty seats.Old Trafford was graced by Charlton and Best,
Whilst we worshipped Harry, Joe, Bert and the rest.
In their theatre they dreamed of Europe and more,
Down at Springfield we wondered what fate had in store.They travelled the world earning wealth, fame, and glory,
Adding page after page to an illustrious story.
Our lads welcomed Northwich and Witton each year,
and more often than not joined the fans for a beer.After years of rejection our dreams all came true,
When the Football League beckoned the boys in blue.
But those halcyon days quickly came to an end,
When the accountant declared we had nought to spend.Then along came a man who remembered his roots,
A self made man who once donned football boots.
He told of his plans, of the good times ahead,
Whilst most folks laughed, thinking him off his head.But true to his word and like King Midas of old,
He steadily turned northern brass into gold.
With incredible skill and at true break-neck speed,
He took his home town to the premier League.And here we are still, enjoying each game,
Putting the mis-managed big boys to shame.
They sneer and say that our supporters are few,
But what wouldn’t they give, to be me and you.Shortfellow
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Rhyming couplets appear to be a specialty of yours! Get the words to fit with You Are My Sunshine and we’ve got an epic chant.
Little Wigan(An Ode to the Darkside)The likes of Wigan should be easy to beat,
Say the arrogant hordes of football’s elite.
They have a proud history of footballing feats,
Whilst we are best known for our blue, empty seats.Old Trafford was graced by Charlton and Best,
Whilst we worshipped Harry, Joe, Bert and the rest.
In their theatre they dreamed of Europe and more,
Down at Springfield we wondered what fate had in store.They travelled the world earning wealth, fame, and glory,
Adding page after page to an illustrious story.
Our lads welcomed Northwich and Witton each year,
and more often than not joined the fans for a beer.After years of rejection our dreams all came true,
When the Football League beckoned the boys in blue.
But those halcyon days quickly came to an end,
When the accountant declared we had nought to spend.Then along came a man who remembered his roots,
A self made man who once donned football boots.
He told of his plans, of the good times ahead,
Whilst most folks laughed, thinking him off his head.But true to his word and like King Midas of old,
He steadily turned northern brass into gold.
With incredible skill and at true break-neck speed,
He took his home town to the premier League.And here we still are, enjoying each game,
Putting the mis-managed big boys to shame.
They sneer and say that our supporters are few,
But what wouldn’t they give, to be me and you.Shortfellow
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His dad was a club singer and was performing one night in a Bradford club. His wife went into early labour and gave birth over there, so they don’t really have any kind of connection with the place.
They were living in Poolstock at the time.
Little Wigan(An Ode to the Darkside)The likes of Wigan should be easy to beat,
Say the arrogant hordes of football’s elite.
They have a proud history of footballing feats,
Whilst we are best known for our blue, empty seats.Old Trafford was graced by Charlton and Best,
Whilst we worshipped Harry, Joe, Bert and the rest.
In their theatre they dreamed of Europe and more,
Down at Springfield we wondered what fate had in store.They travelled the world earning wealth, fame, and glory,
Adding page after page to an illustrious story.
Our lads welcomed Northwich and Witton each year,
and more often than not joined the fans for a beer.After years of rejection our dreams all came true,
When the Football League beckoned the boys in blue.
But those halcyon days quickly came to an end,
When the accountant declared we had nought to spend.Then along came a man who remembered his roots,
A self made man who once donned football boots.
He told of his plans, of the good times ahead,
Whilst most folks laughed, thinking him off his head.But true to his word and like King Midas of old,
He steadily turned northern brass into gold.
With incredible skill and at true break-neck speed,
He took his home town to the premier League.And here we still are, enjoying each game,
Putting the mis-managed big boys to shame.
They sneer and say that our supporters are few,
But what wouldn’t they give, to be me and you.Shortfellow
Very very good. Take a bow that man. goodpost
Little Wigan(An Ode to the Darkside)The likes of Wigan should be easy to beat,
Say the arrogant hordes of football’s elite.
They have a proud history of footballing feats,
Whilst we are best known for our blue, empty seats.Old Trafford was graced by Charlton and Best,
Whilst we worshipped Harry, Joe, Bert and the rest.
In their theatre they dreamed of Europe and more,
Down at Springfield we wondered what fate had in store.They travelled the world earning wealth, fame, and glory,
Adding page after page to an illustrious story.
Our lads welcomed Northwich and Witton each year,
and more often than not joined the fans for a beer.After years of rejection our dreams all came true,
When the Football League beckoned the boys in blue.
But those halcyon days quickly came to an end,
When the accountant declared we had nought to spend.Then along came a man who remembered his roots,
A self made man who once donned football boots.
He told of his plans, of the good times ahead,
Whilst most folks laughed, thinking him off his head.But true to his word and like King Midas of old,
He steadily turned northern brass into gold.
With incredible skill and at true break-neck speed,
He took his home town to the premier League.And here we still are, enjoying each game,
Putting the mis-managed big boys to shame.
They sneer and say that our supporters are few,
But what wouldn’t they give, to be me and you.Shortfellow
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