BIG CYRILLE
¶ 1
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He might have played for the Villa
Yes, for Wolves and Coventry too,
But our Big Cyrille
Was Albion through and through.
¶ 2
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Scything though defences
Like a lumberjack through trees,
Along with Cunningham and Batson
He was one-third of the Three Degrees!
¶ 3
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Oh, how we’d love another like him!
How we need another King!
If we had another Cyrille
Then you’d hear the Hawthorns sing!
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But there’s no sign of a saviour
To resurrect our flagging team,
So I’ll carry on regardless
Holding tight onto my dream.
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