The season's begun and everyone's ready
The mounts are all fit and schooled till they're steady
Everyone's hoping that they're gonna get picked
For the legendary team that's gonna give stick

 Friday comes, midday draws nearer
Teams are coming together-tactics getting clearer
Horses are loaded, and tack is packed in
More alcohol is added - now is that a sin?!?
After all this is polocrosse, we've gotta be bad
If we stay sober tonight, it's gonna be sad!

We arrive at the fields and unpack the stuff
Our first game tomorrow is gonna be rough
Us girls are up against the police force
Tactics come in - we'll use womanly powers of course!!

Horses are fed, and the girls are all dresses
For a night at the bar, we've all been blessed
So off us girls go to catch us a beer
By the end of the night, we'll all be a cheer!
Very unsteadily we all trudge back to camp
Only to find that everything's damp
Not knowing any wiser we get into bed
To wake up in the morning with a VERY sore head

But none the less, it's the first game of the season
To miss this first one would be absolute treason
So after the horses are all groomed and fed
And we've all got ourselves out of bed
We jump on our very hyped up nut cases
Secretly hoping that people can't see our faces

Three minutes into the first chukka and we see
That we've sobered up VERY quickly
These guys aren't as easily won over as last time
To lose this game to them would be a crime
So off we all go for a serious team talk
If we're not gonna fight, we'd much rather walk

We're back on the field in a minute or two
Ready to hit, kick, bite and chew
If that's what it takes for our team to come out best
We're first going to win, and then take a rest
We ride hard and fast and the games only just won then
We swear then and there that we'll never drink again

But tonight at the bar is a test for us all
We'll fail miserably but have a ball!
All too quickly the weekend's over and done
Even the winners are looking pretty glum
Now just with a taste for what is in store
We're gonna work hard all season like it's the law

With sad goodbye's said, we head off back to base
Getting back to the field is the next big race
So ready the horses, we're only just started
It's not for too long that we want to be parted!

from Grant Smith