Lament in the Putney End
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Sweet Thames run swiftly, till I end my song
Our golden day has all gone wrong
Now each supporter wears a frown
Not long to play, and we’re three-one down
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We sense defeat, we fear a rout
Our play-off hopes are up the spout
The clouds are gathering round the sun
Sweet Thames flow swiftly, for our hope is gone
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I turn my head to watch the river
Where poplars bend and aspens quiver
Two boat crews battle against the tide
Towards the home of London Pride
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The Cottage balcony looks grand
Eyeing Archibald Leitch’s stand
Our fans slip out, before it rains
And creep past the statue of Johnny Haynes
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Three-one it is, the whistle blows
A tear drips down a small boy’s nose
Paradise postponed – how long, how long?
Sweet Thames run swiftly, till I end my song
Such a fine verse….about a place I’ve always loved.
it’s so well written and respectful to the Cottagers…. that I didn’t discover til the end that you weren’t a Fulham fan, whjo like PNE also harbour hopes of the play offs. Nice one Graham ..more please..we need you!
There’s something special about Craven Cottage. Thanks.