Semi Final Day
¶ 1
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We few, we happy few, we band of Tigers;
For he today that shouts his heart out with me
Shall be a Tiger; be he ne’er so vile
This day shall live long in his memory;
And gentle folk in Yorkshire now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their tongues while any speak
That roared with us on Semi Final Day!
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