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Shed a Tear for Roy Maurice Keane

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Who’s that in the gutter, his suit thin and bare,
That stubbled young man with the destitute air?
Oh throw him a shilling, poor Roy has to eke
A living on sixty six thousand a week.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 ‘Tis sad this poor man has to travel abroad,
A sizeable pay cut his only reward.
Old Trafford is gone now, the future is bleak
On a miserable sixty six thousand a week.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 How can he weather the financial heat,
This once wealthy man down and out in the street?
No hope of maintaining his former physique
On a miserly sixty six thousand a week.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 So hold Roy to your hearts, wipe that tear from his face,
Don’t laugh when recalling his sad fall from grace.
Oh please, Dermot Desmond, please would you not tweak
That figure of sixty six thousand a week?

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/shed-a-tear-for-roy-maurice-keane/