F-A CUP 2008.
¶ 1
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The bluebirds will fly over Wembley,
and the throstles will sing on the wing.
St. Peter’s Barnsleys guardian angel,
the Pompey chimes will now loudly ring.
¶ 2
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Poor Fergie has been left demented,
down at the bridge it’s now full of sighs.
The Spaniard at ‘pool’ was made a fool,
Arsenals foreign legion eat humble pies.
¶ 3
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It proves that with honest endeavor,
a willingness to fight to the end.
If you need it more though you are poor,
there is always hope around the bend.
¶ 4
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Like an old man looks in a window,
seeing the watch he had to pawn.
He has a dream for his home town team,
as he walks to work on a cold dawn.
¶ 5
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The cup’s come back to where it belongs,
to the working class man in the street,
Just for a year the minnows can cheer,
for loyal fans are footballs heartbeat.
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