Jerusalem-An Area Of Preston
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 To the Tune of Jerusalem
¶ 2
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And did Tom’s feet in ancient time
Dazzle on Deepdale’s hallowed turf.
And is the holy lamb of god
Found on those perfect pure white shirts.
¶ 3
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And does his countenance divine
gaze down from the Tom Finney stand.
And has it ever been in doubt
That we’re the best team in the land.
¶ 4
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Bring me the class of Jonny Mack
Bring me Sean Gregan’s strength and fire.
Bring me McKenna’s midfield drive
Bring me a goal at last from Meijer.
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I will not crease, my Baxi top,
Bjarki* will never wash his hair
Till we are in the Premiership
A league we’ll grace with style and flair.
¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Icelander Bjarki Gunnlaugsson. Brother of Leicester’s Arnur and equally bald as a coot.
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