Down The Dell
¶ 1
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When I was a kid, for less than a quid
And pretty much most weekends
When Saturday came it was off to the game
With my brother and dad and friends
¶ 2
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It was always quite a laugh in my bobble hat and scarf
Though the language wasn’t too refined
And the pies were pretty evil and the toilets medieval
But it’s football so you didn’t really mind
¶ 3
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It’s a pretty rubbish view if you’re less than six foot two
No cover and it’s cold and wet as hell
But standing on a box in my special lucky socks
It was brilliant going down The Dell
¶ 4
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But then we found, where we once had a ‘ground’
A rather posh ‘stadium’ was built
And it was all very smart and state of the art
And mortgaged up to the hilt
¶ 5
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It’s sparkly and new – with concourses too!
It’s all seats and the toilets barely smell
But if you try and stand you’re at risk of being banned
Which is not like it was down The Dell
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Now those days have gone and the game moves on
And we do like St Mary’s pretty well
But although we can see, and have a civilised wee
We still miss going down The Dell.
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