Gather round you folk
And hear my story
Of how the Marshmen
Surged to glory
I'll my tell a tale of
A cricket match
That was turned round
By an amazing catch
That sowed the seeds
For a game to get tauter
And led to the defeat
Of Allerton Bywater
In the lowest scoring
Match ever to be seen
On the gentle pitch of
Any village cricket green
I stuck up me hands
As I closed my eyes
And caught that ball
Much to my surprise
And a roar passed
Throughout the ground
And the Marsh Men team
Turned that game around
And I modestly said
It was nothing at all
As my hands stung from
Holding that speeding ball
And now every anniversary
Of that renowned game
I tell all who'll listen
Of my claim to fame
When I stuck up me hands
And I held that catch
That helped us to turn
Around that match.
And the under dogs
Took all. The glory
In A wonderful wonderful
Village Cricketing story.
Yes every year I tells
My modest tale
As I accept many pints
Of celebratory ale
And sometimes I live
That match in my dream
And of the success of that
Winning Marsh men team
