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NORTH
(Sung to the tune of Ghost Riders In The Sky)
A flannelled fool went striding out
One bright and sunny day
He grabbed his cap and felt his box
As he went along his way
His heart was strong his aim was true
He had the vilest of intent
He was a gun, he was the one
On carnage he was bent
Barnawartha North
Barnawartha North
They play to win or die
Barnawartha North
The sons of George McFly
The ball was in his vicious claw
He rubbed it on his pants
His eyeball met the batsmen
Like he never had a chance
It hit the pitch, it caught the edge
It tore into the sky
And if a Barney drops it
He'll be wearing the McFly
Barnawartha North
Barnawartha North
They hit the pitch and fly
Barnawartha North
The sons of George McFly
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HERRING
ACRES
(Sung to the tune of Greenacres)
Barnawartha is the place for me
Park cricket is the game for me
Cones stretching out so far and wide
Give me that bat I'll spank that little cow's hide.
.....the scores
.....the fours
.....cold beers
.....no queers
Barny for keeps, Goodbye sober creeps
Barnawartha you are there!
The same song in German
Barnawartha ist der haupt für mich
Stark kricket ist der spiel für mich
Kegel verlängern weit und weit
Geben sie mir hieb ich schlage das fell einer kuh.
.....die kerban
.....die vieren
.....die bier
.....nein poofsheizen
Barny fer kips, Auf Wiedershen wowser svinehunts
Barnwartha svine ist there
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BARNIE
BOY
(Sung to the tune of Danny Boy)
Oh Barnie Boy - the barbeque is calling
So bring your bread, your sausages and beer
Be not afraid - 'twill taste the same as always -
We haven't cleaned the hotplate since last year
So come ye back to Barnawartha's cricket ground
Blue skies above and D grade turf below
And we'll drink BEER beneath our caps of green
and brown
Oh Barnie Boy, oh Barnie Boy, I love you so.
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