Tonight we say our last farewells

To dear old Burnden Park,

For the passing years of memories

have duly left their mark,

And just as life's experiences,

Are etched on a loved one's face,

A century of devoted use

Has tired out the place.

But we cannot simply cast aside

A thing because it's old,

Not after a century of service

As a fortress and a home,

No, tonight we must all celebrate

All that's gone before,

And give a thought for everyone,

Who's passed through Burnden's doors.

Let's make tonight a carnival

Our emotions on a coaster ride,

And at the end, leave the ground

with its dignity,

For the old still have their pride. By Kathleen Brown

Aintree Road

Little Lever.

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