Dreadnought from WACHEFELD by The Crows Of Albion

Dreadnought

We crossed the Chantry Bridge
As the Calder boiled beneath
And a drifting, chilling mist
Hung heavy on the heath
We came from far and wide
Marching all together
To gather at Belle Vue
Despite the dark, inclement weather

There were grandfathers and fathers
There were mothers, daughters, sons
Hand in hand in heavy coats
As bitter cold caressed our lungs
And our breath came billowing out
Into the winter air
where the red, white and blue
was being displayed everywhere

Red, White and Blue – are the colours we support
Remember the battles we have fought
The proud history we have all been taught
This is what it means to be a Dreadnought

There was feet stomping terracing
To ward away the frost
Where only last weekend
Our brave lads narrowly lost
But that’s all put behind us now
we live in new-found hope
That comes back each Saturday
With so little time to mope

The air is filled with strange aromas
Of Wintergreen and beer
with Bovril slurped from silver flasks
as kick off time grows near
the crowd noise becomes louder
and then turns into a roar
as the teams enter the field of play
and thus commences war

Red, White and Blue – are the colours we support
Remember the battles we have fought
The proud history we have all been taught
This is what it means to be a Dreadnought

Eighty minutes later
And they leave bruised and bloodied
With the pristine kit ripped and torn
And everything sludged and muddied
And we’ve shouted so damned hard
That none of us can speak
But we’ve beaten local rivals
And will have bragging rights all week

This is winter Rugby League
A game now sadly lost
To the TV companies and money
And no one counts the cost
Of the loss to our heritage
In local brief forays
On a northern field in winter
On ice cold Saturdays

Red, White and Blue – are the colours we support
Remember the battles we have fought
The proud history we have all been taught
This is what it means to be a Dreadnought
Red, White and Blue – are the colours we support
Remember the battles we have fought
The proud history we have all been taught
This is what it means to be a Dreadnought
This is what it means to be a Dreadnought
This is what it means to be a Dreadnought

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