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Lament in the Putney End

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 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

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 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

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 2 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

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 3 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

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 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

I wrote this after Fulham beat the team I support (PNE) by 3-1, spoiling our hopes of challenging for the play-offs. The first and last lines owe something to Edmund Spenser, and of course to Ewan McColl.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/lament-in-the-putney-end/