Harry Cripps.
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A winger
Comes dancing on the outside
Then twists to go inside
An elderly full back
Is having prolems with this
Thay happen to coincide
With a lack of fitness
A shortage of pace
But a heart as big as a house
This man here’s a giant amongst men
He’ll cook this wingers grouse
The next time he comes along down the wing
A bobbing and a weaving
The full back gives it to him hard
This, your better believing
The winger lies on the ground in a heap
He leg profusely bleeding
A voice in the crowd says
‘ Harry Cripps will you finish the job
That winger is still breathing’
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