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I Suppose It Was Hughie McIlmoyle

Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Tuesday, July 3rd, 2007

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Who started it all?
Your devotion and your pleasure and pain.
Who made you want to go?
And stand in the cold and the winters rain.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 When the next fixture came around,
No matter what happened last Saturday.
You make your way to your holy ground,
Today is the day that we call match day.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Why do we all feel the same?
After all, it’s only a game.
Why do we all do what we do?
Hands up those who have got a tattoo.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Your feelings don’t have a holiday,
They never laze in the sun.
They are not too far out of reach,
This torment sometime must have begun.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I often think back to who started all this,
Before I had learned the pleasure of a kiss.
Someone, somewhere gave this boy,
A lifetime of sadness, excitement and joy.
I sipped and loathed my dads’ mild beer
Then all of a sudden it was sorrow and cheer,

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 If I had to name one who made me loyal,
I suppose it was Hughie McIlmoyle.
So I’ll give him the blame,
For attracting me to this great blessed game.
I won’t add up to what it’s cost,
Whatever life I should have had has been lost.
In my gut is a knot that winding like a coil,
It was definitely Hughie McIlmoyle.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 2007

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