Our Song

BATTLE HYMN OF THE YORK CROQUET CLUB

("Men of Harlech" eat your hearts out)

Yorkies roquet, then take croquet

Yorkies practice every strokey

Till they do them okey-dokey

Yorkies belt the foe.

Three ball breaks; sextuple peeling

Keep the opposition reeling

Till for Mercy they they're appealing

Yorkies belt the foe.

All pursuit we shake off

When we do a take-off

At a pinch we'll risk a bisque

But never do we cheat or take a rake-off.

Roll shots, Rush shots, Split shots, Stop shots,

Thirty metre roquets, even Pot shots,

We're the Avon Valley hotshots

Yorkies belt the foe.

Written by Les Gibbney 1985

Old age and treachery will overcome youth and skill!