Seven a Side Songtext
von Tanglefoot

Halfway through the final frame
The Avons thought they′d won
With Stratford leading Wiarton
By a score of three to one
With Kettleborn, McArdle
And Berger all in charge
And Malone outstanding in his net
The task seemed far too large

Now Wiarton had their gamers
Their Simmies and their Myers
But time was running down so fast
They need to get inspired
They need to be persistent
They need to be set loose
They need to use the tactics
They'd perfected on the Bruce


The defensemen were steady
The wings they played out wide
They charged as one into the fray
To battle seven a side

In desperation they pressed on for more
They wanted to show them
The boys from the Bruce knew the score

Now Wesley Ashley, captain
He led the team in goals
He led the prayer before each game
He was their heart and soul

The pros would come a-courting
The ice blood in his veins
But timber barons and gambling men
He thought them all the same

Cigar chomping talkers
Promising their fruits
Wesley never bit the apple
′Cause his game was on the Bruce

He played his life in Wiarton
Dreaming for this win
So for the rally to continue
It was surely up to him


The defensemen were steady
The wings they played out wide
They charged as one into the fray
To battle seven a side
In desperation they pressed on for more
They wanted to show them
The boys from the Bruce knew the score

With all due respect to you people of vision
To those with a calling
To those with a mission
The game's like religion
The passion so strong
Where the rivers freeze early
In winters so cold and so long

With nerves of skull as steel blades
And forwards free to roam
Earl Myers' wrister found
The strings behind Malone

Then Billy Bean flew through the air
As a tying shot was fired
But Babel that was nothing
To the scene that next transpired

Seconds left for victory
Throwing off reserve
Ashley screamed the battle cry
And Simmie led the surge

He stripped the puck from Kettleborn
And played him for the knave
But Malone was unexpected
And he had no chance to save

The defensemen were steady
The wings they played out wide
They charged as one into the fray
To battle seven a side
In desperation they pressed on for more
They wanted to show them
The boys knew the score

The defensemen were steady
The wings they played out wide
They charged as one into the fray
To battle seven a side
In desperation they pressed on for more
The boys tasted victory
The boys from the Bruce knew the score