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You get an education
When you play another nation,
When teams go on a European jaunt.
For example, Belgium’s Ghent
Doesn’t rhyme with ‘merriment,’
But ought to be pronounced to rhyme with ‘haunt.’
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Only eighteen seconds passed
(And they flew by pretty fast)
‘Ere Bohs’ ambitions took a mighty daunt.
For they tragically conceded
(Which precisely wasn’t needed)
A goal to their opponents out in Ghent.
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And then they scored a second,
Which supporters present reckoned
Killed off the tie to quite a large extaunt,
And when the third went in
They had to take it on the chin,
Accepting what this drubbing truly maunt.
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To their credit, Bohs kept fighting,
And they made the tie exciting,
A Dessie Byrne goal signalled their intaunt.
But all to no avail,
As the Belgians did prevail,
A result that brooked no reasonable dissaunt.