Sweet....

On a glorious day when the Roundheads and Cavaliers both win, there can nothing else to say other than...

Where it began,
We can’t begin to knowin’
But then we know they’ve growin’ strong

Was in the spring
And spring became the summer
Who’d have believed they’d come along

Bat, touchin’ ball
Hittin’ out, hittin’ two, hittin’ four

Sweet Falk-(a)-land
Good times never seemed so good
We’ve been inclined
To believe they never would
But now we…

… look at the league
And it don’t seem so daunting
We filled it up with loadsa points

And when we play
Playin’ runs off our willows
And how we play when playin’ for you

Ball, hittin’ stumps
Hittin' off, hittin' leg, hittin' all

Sweet Falk-(a)-land
Good times never seemed so good
We’ve been amazed
And believed they always would

Repeat ad nauseum