Because the Trin had won they
Took the bus on Sunday
The streets were lined in colours for the Wakey Parade;
Though I’m no supporter
I confess I fought a
Tear back on the day that Time cannot ever jade.
Photos which were mainly
Black and white and grainy
Witnessed to the 60’s when their glories were made:
But now that Wakey’s won it,
Red, white and blue upon it,
The Cup displays its colours in the Victory Parade.
No-one would believe it
No pundit would conceive it
A story so fantastic that the rugby gods made;
Sceptics only gape as
They read it in their papers
And saw the Monday photos of the Wakey Parade.
So Wigan and St Helens
We made you look like melons
The balance has been tilted now the ghost has been laid;
So watch as on your telly
Our bus crawls through the melee
Of red and white and blue shirts in the Victory Parade.
