Ghod’s Football Boots
¶ 1
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Whenever I’m sad
And my heart’s full of woe
There is only one place
Where I need to go
For the Angels receive us
Wrapped up in the green
With a prayer for the Celtic
God’s own football team
Now the good Lord He gave us
The free will to choose
But the best of His gifts
Larsson’s football boots.
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