On motorways we laughed and sang,
No tears to fall, no heads to hang,
For we were Mansfield, we were true,
Our veins coursed blood of amber and blue.
A row of bricks, names on our wall
Fond memories of the ones we love.
Their tears now fall as silent rain
From that gilded grandstand high above.
We've sung the songs, we've loved our boys,
Been high on life, and shared our fears.
The ups and downs, true loyal fans
Through all those 77 years.
As Man U marched to Moscow town,
I sadly turned to 405,
To find the scores from other games.
Could Stockport keep our dreams alive?
With heavy heart I see the score,
A so one-sided nil nil draw,
Then realised with rising dread,
League status was for us no more.
I looked in shock, no chance to stop
That stream of white hot tears I cried.
For I was there, I said a prayer
The night my yellows died.
No squabbling now, we rise above
Direct our thoughts to the team we love.
Mansfield we live, Mansfield we die.
For when we're down, we do not lie
And wait for outside help from others.
So come on now you band of brothers,
Let's get behind our yellow and blues,
Create some noise, let's make the news.
If there's a God, then we all shout,
For your sake, let's get Haslam out.
We may be momentarily down,
But we're still the mighty Mansfield Town.

DAVID E. BRUNT,
Heathfield Way,
Mansfield.