Emlyn Hughes, Crazy Horse
¶ 1
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Crazy Hoss –
The boybland of the time
Sang of you in the plural
But it speaks nothing of, our sadness at your loss
¶ 2
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Yet it suited you so well
For you ran unfettered and free
Across the tracts of land, we know as pitches
But to you, they were fields of fulfilled dreams
¶ 3
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Where no opponent could tame you
No referee could calm you down
And none of your grateful managers
Would ever dare reign you back
¶ 4
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Your many fans
Will miss your zest for the game
But we look forward to your cheery charges
Lighting up the night time sky
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