On England’s Green and Fickle Fans.
¶ 1
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The cheering fans of England’s men
Sang loud and proud back home
Then in despair our mood was dimmed
To a desolate: “Oh No”.
¶ 2
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In confidence our foe came forth
To improve on damage done
As we praised the villain of before
With: What A blinding save my son”.
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