The summer’s now well over, and rugby’s here once

more

Though fifty years we’ve seen go past we’ll still let out a

roar

And join the Strollers chorus we’ll throw off age I’m sure

In jersey decked with ‘69’ on rugby fields to score

For it’s Strolling adore

And still I live in hopes to see

Another Strollers’ score

The phone’s rung, you’re selected – on Saturday to play

The kids have said you’re barmy and the wife has said ‘no

way’

But your kit’s all hidden in the car, and you’ll escape for

sure

For still you live in hopes to see another Strollers’ score

And now the game is raging, old limbs and backs are

sore

The scrum’s come fast to its last gasp, through the line

their centres pour

But still the spirit moves us, to ruck and run once

more

And still we live in hopes to see another Strollers’

score

And now the game is over, with both teams safe and

well

We go into the clubhouse bar and sing and drink like

hell

We will tell our tales of games long past, then make

the rafters roar

And still we’ll live in hopes to see another Strollers’

score