In other years
¶ 1
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In other years, the League came first.
We’d have the clichés well-rehearsed,
as time and time again, we said
the League was where we earned our bread,
so extra effort was coerced.
¶ 2
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A long Cup run could well be cursed –
our title dreams might end up burst
if we strove for the Cup instead.
In other years…
¶ 3
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But now ambition’s been reversed.
Who cares how points will be dispersed?
The lure of silver turns our head –
the Cup adorned with ribbons red!
We never were so Cup-immersed
in other years.
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