Despite many requests and after an absence of at least three years, during which time there was no poetry and therefore no culture in Give 'Em Beans! our resident Wordsworth finally returned, inspired by the events of the last few seasons. And who wouldn't be...?
HOLKER STREET BLUES
This is the tale of what went on Down at Holker Street Vaughan came in with loads of cash, Big ideas, bold and brash, "I'll put you on your feet!" It was like a breath of fresh air, We were on the up. With his cash he bought a team Manager Brown made it gleam. He said "We'll win every cup!" We won the Uni at a sprint And to the Conference went. But soon it all was going wrong, Could there be some awful pong? Was our chairman bent? The Fraud Squad came to check him out But nothing could be found. So off he fled Leaving blues in the red. Now we don't even own our ground. Sterling Fabs was the straw That broke the camel's back. AFC in debtors' court! Times really were that fraught And the players gave us the sack! Keen and Dunn made a vow And a new club was born. The fight was on Like a beacon they shone To wipe the memory of Vaughan. Was it too late, was death our fate Both on and off the field? The Conference said, 'No! Down you must go!' But still we refused to yield. Kenny Lowe now leads our team, We're starting something grand. But the crowds must come To make the place hum. For Barrow let's have a big hand! Issue 046 - October 2000