Burnden was a theatre
Upon whose living stage
Drama has unfolded
Without a scripted page
Players improvising
Thinking with their feet
The cut and thrust of football
Whenever two teams meet
Burnden was a cauldron
Of hopes and joys and fears
It saw its share of happiness
It saw its share of tears
It saw some magic moments
That took away the breath
And on one day of tragedy
It also witnessed death
So now it's goodbye Burnden
And on to pastures new
The memories that linger
Will form a mighty queue
For when we get to 'Reebok'
And welcome premier teams
We'll still remember Burnden
Our theatre of dreams Roy Kraft
(with an 'assist' from Norman Robinson)
Smithy Croft, Bolton
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