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It is customary for visiting fans to sing our club anthem during the match. It is particularly germane to this game as Spurs are featured in the lyrics.
ROCHDALE COWBOY
Never before in the history of mankind has the story been told of those brave frontiersmen who carved out a passage in the Northwest and made it a place fit for heroes to live in. This is the story of one such man, sausage tosser extraordinaire, his name — Fred Ackroyd.
CHORUS: It’s hard being a cowboy in Rochdale. Spurs don’t fit right on me clogs. Yee-haa Hard being a cowboy in Rochdale, Cos people laugh when I ride past on our Alsatian dog.
Almost every night There’s a tripe and cowheel fight In our local pie and pea saloon, And poor old Uncle Fred He spent 18 months in bed Cos he tried to kiss a girl who’s a boy called Sue.
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When the sun shines in the west, That’s the time that I like best, And I go out punching cows with me brother Jack And poor old Uncle Fred, He spent 18 months in bed Cos he punched one cow and she went and punched him back.
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In the local Temperance bar, We’d go and have a jar. There’s sarsaparilla and liquorice juice to drink And poor old Uncle Fred, He spent 18 months in bed Cos he supped the stuff they use to clean the sink.
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Yer know when us cowpokes hits town, We go and horse around With them good-time girls in the house of Mucky Peg. When Auntie Kitty found Uncle Fred, He spent 18 months in bed Cos you can’t run fast with your pants halfway down your legs.
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It’s hard being a cowboy in Rochdale. Spurs don’t fit right on me clogs. Hard being a cowboy in Rochdale, Cos people laugh when I ride past on our Alsatian dog.
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