There once was a man who lived in Brigade
Who knew of the secret of how titles were made.
Bring in good players. Pay them if need.
They'll think of the glory not go by the creed.

What of the others, the ones who are here?
"They'll play for the club, the ‘craic' or the beer.
We cannot be soft, we cannot be weak
We need the best team, week after week.

If it goes wrong, it may not be pretty
But I will be strong with the selection committee
Think of the league, the cup and the rest.
They all will love us when we are the best.

We'll start at Ardmore and get that guy ‘Ifti'
His batting is good and his bowling is thrifty.
He's married a girl from over the road
So we'll get another Pro to lighten the load.

If we want to compete and want to go far
We need the best, a big World Cup star.
I'll go and get ‘Wasti', I know he can bat
And let the North West worry about that.

With Gordon and David, two stars in our team
They'll have the milk while we have the cream
Too many Cookes won't spoil the soup
Lapsley's Limavady will have to regroup.

Eglinton's good with Jeremy Bray
But Billy Henderson won't get in my way.
Donemana's Holm has a bit of a hill.
But Junior and James can no longer thrill.

So now we are started and we're at the top
With me at the helm we'll be tough to stop.
Players will join from all over the land
And I'll hold the baton for the Brigade cricket band.

Some players grow restless and then some complain
Then some just walk out and are not seen again.
I know there are murmurs from the Beechgrove committee
But I'll silence them all and go and get ‘Smytty'.

Two thousand and eight and we're ready to go
My place in history, with 3 in a row.
It wouldn't surprise me if we did the Double.
Look at my squad, the rest are in trouble.

It all started well with the defeat of Strabane.
3 wins achieved without the help of ‘yer man'.
When ‘Wasti' arrived we were top of the pile.
Players were laughing and played with a smile.

Now heed my warning about the dangers of greed
For this is what happens when you've more than you need.
Eleven's the total you have for a team.
So how do you cope when I've got fourteen.

The players I've dropped are far too vocal
And some that I've kept aren't too local.
The pressure I'm under, I need some relief.
So I'll pick the players who give me no grief.

We've started to lose, but whose fault is that?
Look at the captain, his team is flat.
I've done my best, it's only a game.
Don't look at me for someone to blame."

Game after game with things getting worse
No-one is dropped, same team of course.
Matches are lost without any fight
But a run in the cup will help put things right.

The final's the chance to end with some glory.
To end the pain with a good news story.
The captain inspires with some positive play
And the team looks like winning with Decker away.

When Decker comes back the belief starts to drain,
And got washed away with the last bout of rain.
Limavady triumph. They win fair and square.
And all of Brigade is plunged in despair.

Here ends the tale of the three in a row.
The season is over and some players will go.
But who will be left for the supporters to cheer?
Those who love the club, the ‘craic' and the beer.