7 Reds
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Dalglish he was a miracle
We loved to watch him play
And against defenders cynical
He would blow them all away
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Souey in his football boots
had 20 bars of steel
He drove the reds to glory
On every football field
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Hansen when in training
Was fastest cross the park
And the diamonds of the earth
Couldn’t shine like his red heart
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John Aldridge was a kopite
Chose red and never blue
When he pulled on the red jersey
His dearest dream came true
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The Toxteth Terror’s brilliant goals
shone like candles in the night
and when he left us with a hatrick
It just didn’t seem right
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Jan Molby he was class now
Forget the extra pounds
His football brain ran quickest
And his football always sound
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Gary Mac he’s now a legend
Scored that brilliant Barca pen
And now he’s hung up his grand boots
We wish him and his dear wife well.
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