Written by Lance Lenton
SITE SOURCE: Sport
Now, when the football season in,
You can notice each Saturday
Whole van-loads of “barrackers,” jolly and bright, ..
Who are wending their way to the fray.
They go to the various football grounds
To watch their favourite team,
And there they will yell out during the game,
And at the players will scream.
Gaily they sing, and banish melancholy,
They roll up strong to do the best they can;
They’re out for the day, and mean to make it jolly –
They’re a lively set of lads, the ‘pushes’ that ride in a van
Amongst then are some nice “rorty” boys,
Who work, p’r’aps. as snobs all the week;
They “barrack” for followers in loudest tones,
And ‘civvy’ a good ‘goal sneak.’
Their language is of the most refined kind,
They speak with purest of tongues ;
You can bet they’re not consumptive, that’s when
You hear them using their lungs,
Gaily they sing, etc.
With ” barrackers” who hold different views
They often will get up a fight;
Then p’r’aps, you’ll hear them holloring out, “Nit!”
If a “bobby” is coming in sight.
When the game’s over they start for home,
And praise up the side that has won;
They’ll yell comic songs, and hold arguments,
And think it all jolly good fun.
Gaily they Sing, etc,