Shrimps
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In quaint north Lancs near Morecambe Bay
Is a team of great renown.
They’ve trod the trail down Wembley Way,
they’re the pride of their home town.
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Though they are small the big teams shy
At the mention of their name
The finest team of footballers
to ever play the game
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Their big day came a few years back
At Wembley they did play
Dartford were the foes back then
But our lads won the day
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With Keith and Jeffrey in defence
And Malcolm on the wing
And Jim and Larry to score the goals
To make the fans all sing
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The name of the team I’ve yet to tell
As if you didn’t know
It’s Morecambe down at Christie Park
Ee-Aye-Add-I-O
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