THE FOOTBALL MATCH.
Swifts V. Macalvenny Wallopers.
Written by JAMES CURRNS.
Copies can be had at 192 Overgate Dundee.
A football match last Saturday I went to see ;
To have some fun was exactly what I ment, you see,
So off I goes like a sporting Man so dutiful,
To See this game, which I reckoned would be beautful.
I just get there as the refree the whistle blew,
The game begun, and, begorra! 'twas a tussle to.
The swifts got the ball, and took to their gallopers,
And scored " first goal against the macalvenny walloper
At this result there was a bit of wrangling,
The wallopers swore the swifts desarved a mangling.
They claimed "off-side,' and the referee big Stevenson,
Disallowed the goal, just to make the game an even one
The swifts give way, and then to work they flew again,
They captured the ball and swore they'd put it through.
One of them jumpad on the wallopers custodian,
And he lost more teeth than there keys a melodeon.
The swifts' back play and splendid power of tackling,
Set their supporters a-crowing and a-cracklinig.
"Off side,' on side, every side and suicide,
Before half time they were only playing two a side.
When half time came the result was wired and cabled,
No goals each and a dozen men disabled, sure.
Refreshments for them there were none in the pavilionso
They went to a pub, kept by old John McGillion, oh!
But when they got there a stop was put to any peace,
'Twas found that amongst them they hadn't got a penny
"We must have a drink." said big Johnny Garrity,
"Supposing we drink what we drew to-day for charity.'
This was agreed to without any more plavring;
They paid for the full of every pot in the tavern,
With meat and drink every member did his stomach
Then to the spectators thay sent a telegram,
Telling them politely themselves to go and smother,
As the football was burst, and they couldn't buy an
Then to go for the umpire each one was clamouring;
They give them what I'd call a very healthy hammering
The poor referee in his shoes was trembling,
To see half a-dozen around him assembling.
He tried to escape, but they shook him like a water
Closed both his eyes, and left his face like a slaughter-
Pitchersand jugs in the heat of there ferocity,
Flew through the room with lightning velocity.
The boss of the pub from the place quickly hunted them,
Then in the street another thing confronted them,
A band of policeman sized this gang of rioters,
And now they're teasing oakum for the prison-house pro-
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Probable period of publication:
1880-1900 shelfmark: RB.m.143(138)
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