Shrovetide

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Celebrated far and wide in Olde Englande, the annual festival still thrives. Can you guess the origin of this song composed in 1891 in a town I know well?

There’s a town still plays this glorious game
Tho’ tis but a little spot.
And year by year the contest’s fought
From the field that’s called Shaw Croft.
Then friend meets friend in friendly strife
The leather for to gain,
And they play the game right manfully,
In snow, sunshine or rain.

Chorus

‘Tis a glorious game, deny it who can
That tries the pluck of an Englishman.

For loyal the Game shall ever be
No matter when or where,
And treat that Game as ought but the free,
Is more than the boldest dare.
Though the up’s and down’s of its chequered life
May the ball still ever roll,
Until by fair and gallant strife
We’ve reached the treasur’d goal.

Chorus

‘Tis a glorious game, deny it who can
That tries the pluck of an Englishman.

Author: janus

I'm back......and front - in sunny Sussex-by-the-sea

8 thoughts on “Shrovetide”

  1. You’ll be fascinated then by the news that Atherstone, a small town on the Watling Street between Coventry and Leicester, this year celebrated its 818th ball game! Not a pretty town, not a pretty game but that’s tradition for you.

  2. Must admit I either never knew about this or had forgotten it!
    But nice that such traditions carry on,
    For once it is St David’s Day too. I have my draig goch flying from my front porch.

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