LET ‘EM ALL COME!

Armley and Wortley News, Friday 21 April 1899

Who shall say that Wortley men Are wanting brains or lacking muscle?
Who kens in lists of late events 
The heroes of the final tussle?
Let her jealous foes croak, sulk, or pine. 
But there's your Wortley Saxon every time.

None could lick Old Wortley's Squirts 
At trundling ball and swinging bats;
They knocked great Trojans of the game. 
Eleven at once, into cooked bats.
Some doubted she could conjure, with so much prowess fine.
Bet there's your Wortley Saxon every time.

All moral sober men like draughts 
Hence Wortley men play deep and keen, 
And through this great wide city Leeds 
They've lopped teams' fame and reign supreme. 
Challenge shields and challenge cups, and sundries in the line,
All for your Wortley Saxon every time.

His cue he plies at snooker pool, 
Billiards plays with such skilful might 
That giants prowling for a cup
Drop all their pride amid dazzled sight.
Masse cannoning and masterstrokes be never will decline,
Simple to your Wortley Saxon every time.

At gymnastics he greater is than all, 
And bends himself to suit as may require;
He jumps like a stag and his strength never flags. 
He's as supple as the softest piece of wire.
So all these great achievements are but the outward sign
You've to count the Wortley Saxon every time.