Glory Glory William Ralph Dean
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Mine eyes have seen the Glory of the Blues at Wemberlee.
They first took me to Goodison when I was only three.
I heard them speak in hushed tones of the great William Ralph Dean.
For the Legend still lives on.
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Glory Glory William Ralph Dean.
Glory Glory William Ralph Dean.
Glory Glory William Ralph Dean.
Ne’er shall his mem’ry fade.
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He started out at Tranmere, but he soon became a Blue.
He played up front for Everton and for his Country too.
And unlike certain current stars, he saw his contract through.
No disloyal Judas he.
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Glory Glory William Ralph Dean.
Glory Glory William Ralph Dean.
Glory Glory William Ralph Dean.
He held the Blue Flag high.
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He banged ‘em in with right or left, and with his head, of course.
The fans would sing and chant his name until they were quite hoarse.
As potent as a hurricane or some such natural force,
No goalie could thwart him.
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Glory Glory William Ralph Dean.
Glory Glory William Ralph Dean.
Glory Glory William Ralph Dean.
He made them quake with fear.
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His Sixty in one Season is a record still unbeat.
To notch up such a tally! A belief-defying feat!
The strikers in the Modern Game, they simply can’t compete.
They’re not a patch on him.
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Glory Glory William Ralph Dean.
Glory Glory William Ralph Dean.
Glory Glory William Ralph Dean.
There’s no-one can touch him.
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Some say that if he played today, he’d score but nine or ten.
Defences are more solid now, much tighter than back then.
But Dixie played in times long past, when men were really men,
And had hairs on their chests.
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Glory Glory William Ralph Dean.
Glory Glory William Ralph Dean.
Glory Glory William Ralph Dean.
One of the Bulldog Breed.
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Now when Our Team’s in trouble, he’s still there to lend a hand.
Some swear they’ve seen his ghost on match days sitting in the stands.
He hopes one day we’ll once more be the finest in the Land.
And we all share that dream.
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Glory Glory William Ralph Dean.
Glory Glory William Ralph Dean.
Glory Glory William Ralph Dean.
Let’s make his wish come true…
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14/5/05
Denys E. W. Jones
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