Football up the Prince Albert – England’s Number One Pub
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Come and drink up the Albert,
Watch the game up the pub,
Come and join the Prince Albert,
And join a right regal club.
¶ 2
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Albert came from Saxe-Coburg,
But now he’s come to rest, still,
Just by Rodborough’s graveyard,
At the top of steep Walkley Hill.
¶ 3
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So watch the game up the Albert,
See the lads defeat Greece,
For Lottie and Beaver are better
Than all pubs including the Fleece.
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Beaver might light a nice warm fire,
And Lottie might serve you some grub,
The atmosphere up the Albert
Makes it Engerland’s number one pub.
¶ 5
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You just cannot lose up the Albert,
We’re certainly going to win,
For if our attack has a lock-out,
Then Beaver might have a lock-in.
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