There is a ground in Birmingham It’s known as Edge Blast Ton Where sometimes dreams, they don’t come true Though watching still is fun. Cos there’s a team that we support One known as Somerset That e’en on days when things go wrong We still will love them yet. Our bowlers they did do us proud Our batsmen did their best And so though Northants won the game Our love still stands the test One forty-three it seemed a score That we would soon surpass But wickets fell too often and We just could not, alas When Craig Oh he walked out to bat We all of us still hoped But then he was so finely caught Despite clearing the rope. There is a team that we cheer on And when all’s said and done They are the team that we’ll support Until the setting sun.
