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Proud Red

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Thirty odd years of chasing a dream
To play like my Red heroes, out there on the field
Skived off from school the lessons meant nothing
Not compared to Dalglish and the magic he conjured

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Back of the bus rolling a smoke
Wrapped up in the red, always stony broke
But still had enough to get me to Anfield
Walk down the Breck Road were all the reds meet

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Players were Kings with a smile on their faces
The Kopites squashed up just like sardines in cases
“Come ‘ed den Smithy Get stuck in der Thommo!”
We’d be screamin’ and shoutin’, wake up hoarse tomorrow!

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Days in the rain soaked through to the skin
But me Liverpool blood warmed with a Liverpool win
The precious Red shirts that I’ve worn to a thread
Will make a fine shroud when I take my last breath.

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Notes

ParryMaguire (2004)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/proud-red/