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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