Too long have you remained in the darkness. It is time. Time for your ginger locks to flow through the Oakwell wind. Time to restore faith to the once proud supporters of this fine, fine club. Time to drag us from the deepest doldrums. Time to join the immortals. Sir Robert of Hassell.
"Legend spoke of a little copper haired warrior. A tenacious little fellow. Who brought the glory days back to Oakwell, and its supporters. A statue made of bronze was erected outside the Ponty End entitled: "Copperhead: Sir Robert Of Hassell".
O Robert of Hassell When will we see your like again That scraped and tackled for Your wee bit club and men And stood against him Proud Keith Hills army And sent him homeward Tae think again The stands are bare now And winter leaves lie thick and still O'er points that are lost now Which those so dearly held And stood against him Proud Keith Hills army And sent him homeward Tae think again Those days are passed now And in the past they must remain But we can still rise now And be the club again That stood against him Proud Keith Hills army And sent him homeward Tae think again There's only one, Robert Hassell!
