Meadow Carols- had some good ones last year!

[wiganshrew2]

I'll start them off- (They all have an optimistic second verse! )

1. In the Bleak Mid-Meadow,
Wakeman End made moan,
Trevor's gone and blown it-
Howie's face like stone.
Lukey's kicked it to the moon,
Now we're two-nil down,
In the Bleak mid-Meadow-
Who're we going to drown?

2. But in the Bleak mid-season,
Suddenly they'll start,
Playing with fire and passion,
Playing from their heart,
In the Bleak mid-season,
Suddenly we'll see-
A team we will be proud of-
Beloved Shrewsbury!

Ding-Dong Merrily-

1. Ding-Dong Merrily they go-
There's Moss and Aiston Boozing-
Ding-Dong lying in the snow-
And soon they will be snoozing!
Soo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooper- Super Sammy Aiston!
Soo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooper- Super Sammy Aiston!

2. Ding-Dong- but we want you back-
With tempers closely guarded,
Help to get us back on track-
And don't you get red-carded!
Soo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooper- Super Sammy Aiston!
Soo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooper- Super Sammy Aiston!

Good G.P-

3. Good G.P. he last looked out,
Players he was pickin-
While young Grant ran round about,
Like a headless chicken.
Skywards flew the ball that night-
Like a flaming rocket-
Someone's just picked Lukey up- and put him in
his po-o-cket.

Hither team and follow me,
You won't be a sensation-
But I'll show what what I see-
The ghost of relegation!
"Tell that ghost to go away!"
Cried the lads in horror!
"We will play our best today-
And better still to-mo-o-row!"

[john]

Very good Pauline

[Not Impressed]

Oh come all ye away teams,

jingle bells jingle bells, oh what fun it is to lose at home AGain

[CuyahogaBlue]

Guest-Not said:

Oh come all ye away teams,

jingle bells jingle bells, oh what fun it is to lose at home AGain

Slit your wrist time? Not even a smiley ?

Good effort Pauline

[wiganshrew2]

Really silly one- thought of it last night-
Tune- The First Nowell

The second penalty,
We heard the ref say,
Was to punish poor Howie,
For moving away.
And Chester they were going one nil down,
It was almost a win for Shrewsbury Town.
No-Win, No-Win, No Win, No win-
We was robbed, we was robbed-
Put the ref in the bin.

There came a command-
"Things must improve
When Shrewsbury is playing-
Don't let Howie move!"
So they grabbed poor Scott-
And to pin down his feet-
They made him to stand in
Some wet concrete.
No-Win, No-Win, No Win, No win-
We was robbed, we was robbed-
Put the ref in the bin.


And Howie had to both stop and stay,
He was stuck on his line,
Both night and day.
Then Howie rebelled,
Quite suddenly,
He said "I can't even go off for a pee!"
No-Win, No-Win, No Win, No win-
We was robbed, we was robbed-
Put the ref in the bin.

"They are picking on me
And I've just had enough!"
Then the ref with a wicked smirk just said "tough!"
And all the fans, they all agreed-
"Divine intervention is just what we need!"
No-Win, No-Win, No Win, No win-
We was robbed, we was robbed-
Put the ref in the bin.

Then there came a lightening-
bolt from the sky,
And a voice like thunder
It came from on high,
The concrete was split,
And Howie was free
And so he continued to
Save endlessly,
We'll win, we'll win, we'll win, we'll win-
Long may we stay in the league that we're in!


O.K.- I have had a bit too much Christmassy mulled wine stuff today