Demise Of The Dons
¶ 1
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Bless me Father
For I have sinned
All my hopes I pinned
On a team not able
To climb the table
¶ 2
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Forgive me mother
Lest I do smother
All the love I have for you
For a Crazy Gang in blue
¶ 3
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Console me wife, my lover
For you know I could never love another
Apart from the Wombles of course
But certainly, never ever, anyone Norse
¶ 4
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Not for us this year strawberries and cream
On our lucky date we lost our dream
All Gone For a Burton
For this team from Merton
¶ 5
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Remembering all those highlights
The names, the games, the fights
Vinnie, Bassett, Beasant, Kinnear, Wise
Sanchez and Gould, all despair at our demise
¶ 6
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Goodbye Cruel Premiership
From your dizzy heights we slip
Will we ever bounce back, our place regain
Or ever return to our beloved Plough Lane?
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