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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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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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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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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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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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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.