For Isla, The New Arrival At Turf Moor.
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Adorned in lauded claret and blue
She’ll hiccup, burp, and roar
She’s five weeks old and destined to
The home end at Turf Moor.
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She’ll bask in Burnley’s history
Grand-dad will see to that
Then in Turf Moor’s lauded nursery
She’ll clack clack clack her rattle!
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