Vieira’s Choice
¶ 1
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Oh Paddy, Paddy
The Spanish wolves
Are at the door
Again
¶ 2
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Paddy, Paddy
That constant howling
Ringing in your brain
¶ 3
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Ears prick up as
The cries pierce your
Football soul
¶ 4
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The greener grass at
The Bernabu turns to
Morbid brown dust
In the Spanish city
Where they bid to buy
Titles and medals
¶ 5
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One is known to
Abandon a sinking ship
Even its captain
But your ship is sailing
Towards greatness
¶ 6
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Paddy, Paddy
Let your sails catch
The cold London winds
And steer HMS Arsenal
To all that your heart
Desires
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