[Intro]
[Verse]
How should I knot my scarf today?
The college tie to match the crowd
A sea of blue when skies are grey
No other colour here allowed
[Chorus]
She is Our Lady pitching mints
With parasol and pleats of blue
She greets the warm-up shots and sprints
With shouts and smiles to fire The Few
[Verse]
Enter now at the narrow gate
Ascend the claustrophobic flight
Perch upon your plastic plate
And glory at the verdant sight
[Chorus]
She is Our Lady pitching mints
With parasol and pleats of blue
She greets the warm-up shots and sprints
With shouts and smiles to fire The Few
[Break]
[Verse]
Tight terraces on all-sides fill
Force to forge her great ‘Nil satis’
When Gladys Street tsunami will
Sweep and swamp as foes attack us
[Chorus]
She is Our Lady pitching mints
With parasol and pleats of blue
She greets the warm-up shots and sprints
With shouts and smiles to fire The Few
[Verse]
Their ninety-minutes hurtle by
Her hundred years or so likewise
From great escapes to flying high
This place of play has its own prize
[Chorus]
She is Our Lady pitching mints
With parasol and pleats of blue
She greets the warm-up shots and sprints
With shouts and smiles to fire The Few
[Break]
[Verse]
How should I knot my scarf today?
And wear with pride the woollen weed
‘Off to the game’ - one last display
For her ‘Nisi optimum’ seed
[Chorus]
She is Our Lady pitching mints
With parasol and pleats of blue
She greets the warm-up shots and sprints
With shouts and smiles to fire The Few
[Chorus]
She is Our Lady pitching mints
With parasol and pleats of blue
She greets the warm-up shots and sprints
With shouts and smiles to fire The Few
[Chorus]
She is Our Lady pitching mints
With parasol and pleats of blue
She greets the warm-up shots and sprints
With shouts and smiles to fire The Few
[Outro]