Her name was Lola, she was a Hawksgirl

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Her name was Lola, she was a Hawksgirl

With maroon feathers in her hair and a skort cut down to there

She would tackle and do the post ups

And while we traveled fairly far

We didn’t take 3 points back in the car

Across the crowded pitch, we worked and went to war

We were young (ish) and we had each other

Who could ask for more?

At the 3s (3s) Hawks Ladies 3s

The hottest spot north of Banbury Road (here)

At the 3s (3s) Hawks Ladies 3s

Marking and passin’ were always the fashion

At the 3s game, they wanted 3 points

Their name was Amersham

They wore white shirts

They saw us and said a prayer, they saw Lola dribbling there

And we so we battled, from end to end

But Amersham sailed a bit too fine

Chloe was screaming on the line

And then the punches flew and balls were smashed in two

There was blood and a single foot kick

But the umpire ruled no goal, phew oh phew!

At the 3s (3s) Hawks Ladies 3s

The hottest spot north of Banbury Road (here)

At the 3s (3s) Hawks Ladies 3s

Marking and passin’ were always the fashion

At the 3s game, it was 0-0 at half time

Her name is Lola, she is a Hawksgirl

But we had 7 minutes to go, when they scored it was such a blow

Now it’s a big drive, and here comes Lola

Pushing as high as we can bear,

We could get a goal if we dare,

We were 1-0 behind, and we continued to grind

We had two shorts on the final whistle

But the back of the goal we couldn’t find!

At the 3s (3s) Hawks Ladies 3s

The hottest spot north of Banbury Road (here)

At the 3s (3s) Hawks Ladies 3s

Marking and passin’ were always the fashion

At the 3s game, it was 1-0 at full time

Joint MOM and DOD to the lovely Megan Hope.