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Low

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 An amoeba, small and frail,
Clinging to the underbelly
Of a creeping, crawling snail
Underneath the muddy welly

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Of a miner, strong and fit,
At the bottom of a ladder
Of the deepest, darkest pit
In the lowlands of Nevada

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Could not have felt as low
As the Real Reds’ supporters
As we took another blow
With the anguish that it brought us,

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 When Derry beat us fair and square
In a match that most deemed vital
In this season of despair
In our quest to win the title.

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Notes

Shels 1 Derry 2. ‘Tis verily the Slough of Despond.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/low/