Here comes the summer
¶ 1
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Summer months are lonely times
For the winter football fan
Sparse fodder for their footie rhymes
Get out the watering can
¶ 2
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We can feed your football fix
A short hop across the sea
We now get our teenage kicks
From a summer time esprit
¶ 3
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If you can’t wait for pre season
Try a weekend scouting mission
The Queen didn’t need a reason
For her Irish expedition
¶ 4
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We welcome fans from all around
Whether win or draw or loss
See champions crowned or sorrows drowned
Then drop in to Turners Cross
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