A Horse with no Name
¶ 1
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Hello, I love you, won’t you tell me your name?
You’ve shown lots of effort and had a good game.
The team was announced but unluckily when
I reached in my pocket, I found I’d no pen.
You walked off the pitch to tremendous acclaim.
Worshipped by thousands, please tell me your name.
¶ 2
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Oh please sign my programme, whoever you are,
Mister Anonymous, my superstar.
Please take your time, write it slowly and clearly
So I can fit names to the man I love dearly.
For whom shall I order a pint in the bar?
Oh whisper it gently, whoever you are.
¶ 3
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I watched as you gave your sweet name to the ref,
I craned my long ears but I’m partially deaf.
Your secret is safe in his little black book,
I begged him but he wouldn’t give me a look.
Is it Roger or Simon or Oisin or Geoff?
Repeat unto me what you said to the ref.
¶ 4
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“Number Five for Ireland” is not a good chant.
I thought it might work, but the take-up was scant.
The Unknown Defender, the Big Nameless Man,
How can you expect to get called up by Stan?
The song should resound with a nominal slant,
“Number Five for Ireland” is not a good chant.
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