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And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon Anfield’s pitch so green?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
On Anfield’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our Spion Sons?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Not Paris Wembley Rome
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Bring me my boots of burning gold!
Bring me my red shirt of desire!
Bring me my Rush! O Shanks, unfold!
Bring me my Dalglish Barnes and God!
Reds will not yield nor cease to fight,
Nor shall the sword sleep in each hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In Anfield’s green and pleasant land.
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