Mirth Mayhem & Magic
¶ 1
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These groaning bones of life
With chill upon this winter earth
In search of little solstice
And a spruce of football mirth
¶ 2
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Keep us from the devil
And his tackling for the soul
For there’s glory in those football boots
Puer grace in every goal
¶ 3
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God love you William Shankly
And the truth that hued your team
God hold the hand of Maradona
God bless the head of William Dean
¶ 4
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Oh, my well-worn match-day memories
Lo, the pitch of fading green
Fire my heart brimmed up emotion
With the joy that football brings.
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