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*This tells the story of the 2013 SCWS season that would set the precedent over the next four seasons (and then some in part) en route to the NEWMAC Championship which Springfield finished second in the regular season behind MIT in the opportunity to host the match.
(to The Dubliners'
On the Rocky Road to Dublin)
While in the merry month of August from me home I started,
Left the girls of Lancaster nearly broken-hearted saluted father dear,
Kissed me darling mother shout for all to hear me sing and share with
one another,
{{Bridge}}
Then off to sound the horn,
And leave where I was born,
Eastward be adored,
To cherish Springfield - football with all my energy fatigued,
Still smiling with glee,
For all the world to see,
{{Chorus}}
On the rocky road to Cambridge,
One, two, three, four, five,
Trap the beavers turn ‘em down the rocky road
And all the ways to Cambridge, whack fo-lol-de-da
In Boston town that night I rested chords so weary,
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early,
Took a drop of tea to keep me heart from shrinking,
That’s the Ricky’s cure when’er he’s on for singing
{{Bridge}}
To hear the lassies smile,
Laughing all the while,
At me curious style,
‘Twould set your heart a-bubblin’,
They asked me was I hired,
And wages I required,
To lay was almost tired,
{{Chorus}}
Of the rocky road to Cambridge,
One, two, three, four, five,
Trap the beavers turn ‘em down the rocky road
And all the ways to Cambridge, whack fo-lol-de-da
In Cambridge next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To soon be so maligned a knock of that antiquity,
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality,
Crumble it was fallen, in a new locality,
{{Bridge}}
Something crossed me mind,
When I looked behind,
No crumble could I find,
Upon me voice a-wobblin’,
Worrying all of the same,
Considering the game,
It was very tame,
{{Chorus}}
On the rocky road to Cambridge,
One, two, three, four, five,
Trap the beavers turn ‘em down the rocky road
And all the ways to Cambridge, whack fo-lol-de-da
From there I got away, me spirits never falling,
Briefly for a time, ‘twas only time for stalling,
Then we went and scored,
Said the ref no goal and went without reward,
Uncertain look from Ricky,
{{Bridge}}
Dow’n among the pack,
Again, on the attack,
The lads and I stood back,
Winds around me whistling,
An hour and ten we tread, to kicks we went with dread,
Or better for instead,
{{Chorus}}
On the rocky road to Cambridge,
One, two, three, four, five,
Trap the beavers turn ‘em down the rocky road
And all the ways to Cambridge, whack fo-lol-de-da
The girls of Springfield when at last we ended,
From the mark again, I really couldn’t stand it,
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing,
‘Twas faith in them they began abusing,
{{Bridge}}
Thank the Lord says I,
The lads had all let fly,
And the girls were by,
And saw was I a trailin’,
Forever remembered the day,
They joined in with the fray,
Quickly cleared the way,
{{Chorus}}
For the rocky road to Cambridge,
One, two, three, four, five,
Trap the beavers turn ‘em down the rocky road
And all the ways to Cambridge, whack fo-lol-de-da
