Our Busby Babe
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From Malvern Crescent to Manchester
A Busby Babe ordained,
A future star in the making
Latent skills to be unchained.
Duncan Edwards was his name
Black Country born and bred,
No prima donna footballer
He just kept a level head.
On that fateful day in Munich
Just twenty-one years of age,
A performer with much talent
Departed from the stage.
Five thousand stood in silence
And lined the streets to mourn,
A local lad from Dudley
The town where he was born.
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