Magnificent Seven

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Tommo, Robbo, put your Boro shirts,
Put on your Boro shirts and scarves,
Line our streets,
Line all our streets,
The magnificent Seven are on their way!

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Call out your mum, dad
Every Boro supporter,
Real and fair weather fans.
There’s no time for delay,
Hurry right away
Line our streets
With Boro’s red and white
The magnificent Seven are on there way!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 There’s no need to hide
Your wives and daughters,
Or the best looking supporters.
They are not
Kurosawa’s sword welding Seven Samurai,
Or bunch of gunslingers
Vin, O’Reilly, Lucky Harry, Lee, Britt and Chico,
Hired by Chris, in the Magnificent Seven.
Let’s line our streets, without fear
And all cheer,
The magnificent seven.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 In Boro colours
Red or Blue.
Let’s line our streets,
Give a red hot Boro welcome and hearty cheer,
To McDonald, Miller, Naughton, Flood, Robson and Killen
Our own magnificent seven.
But keep your fingers cross
And praying all the time, they are not
Basful, Doc, Dopey, Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy or Sneezy
In disguise.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/magnificent-seven/