Olden blades; both steel and grass,
sewed our Notts; to play,
both in life and sacrifice,
made remembered day,
from bishop Alexander,
to Jake’s lightning bolt,
such deeds are left shining,
from we; who will not halt,
for we’re the heart of England,
right here are merry men,
aiming to score every goal,
and get back up again,
as, when the times are hard,
we dance upon thin ice,
within; we hear; a warm applause,
our gold; we wear; so nice,
Lady Chatterley; would concur,
that such a place is fine,
key to the north; unlocks the door,
where things are quite sublime,
so, with all that said; my friend,
come, and take a look,
become part of the family,
what do you say, m’duck?