Whilst in Dublin’s fair city
Alice was sampling the black stuff
Carlisle thought they would still be sitting pretty
Against lowly Lancaster not expecting it to be tough

As Alice wandered through the streets broad and narrow
Carlisle found it difficult to mount a meaningful attack
And struggled to get going as if towing a wheelbarrow
Lancaster drew first blood on nine minutes. Things were looking black

Worse was to follow for the thunderstruck hosts
Two more goals conceded to be exact
Hells Bells! Carlisle giving away bargains
Never mind Friday! Saturday had turned black

The Cumbrians needed a jump start
Hattie reduced the arrears with a smack
Still desperate to find momentum
Because some rhythm they did lack

To no avail! Lancaster made it four
Carlisle all screwed up! Just too slack
They were on the road to hell
Just failing to make an impact

Faced with hard times Carlisle needed to shake a leg
Improve drastically and recapture their knack
After the interval they were much much better
Took control and forced the visitors back

With ten to go Carlisle had not broken through
Lancaster countered and added a fifth. Oh alack!
For the hosts this was the final kick in the teeth
Condemning the Cumbrians to a hole that was black

An AC/DC performance from the blues
Who never really got to grips with the task
The Lancastrians did a number on them
As goal upon goal they did stack

So for Carlisle it was “Ain’t no fun”
Needing to regroup with reasons to unpack
They will seek redemption
And avoid the cat coloured black