Come The Hour, Cometh The Man.
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Austerity? Do me a favour
“FA Cup” on the wane? Do be brief
As 5000 visitors turn up to savour
The Arsenal do battle with Leeds.
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A cold Monday night in North London
Nearly 60.000 fans line the streets
To witness return of the prodigal son
Va Va Voom Terry Henry.
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Wireless suggested The Arsenal had laboured
To a United defence, of two banks
When the moment arrived, all that’s fish n chip paper
Come the hour, cometh the man.
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Flashbacks to a wonderful era
The season without a game lost
Bergkamp, Adams, Dixon, Viera,
Highbury, North Bank, The Clock.
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Gooner’s fans stood up ecstatic
Real woes of their world were forgot
In that moment they floated on air, it was magic
”FA Cup” waning? It’s not!
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