They had names you could relate to,
Colman, Taylor, Edwards.
Names that you’d hear at pit-heads,
Whelan, Pegg, or Byrne
or up at t’mill,
like Jones or Bent.
Cloth cap names
who went to work on the bus
with their supporters.
Gentlemen players.
Two years the Champions.
Two false starts.
Third time lucky?
It wasn’t to be.
Innocent Babes
lost after drawing away
who will live in our hearts,
though their beloved game
has died forever.