Team GB 2012 v The Dick Kerr Ladies Team 1914
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in Twenty Twelve we find ourselves enraptured by the style
as seventy odd thousand patrol the Wembley mile
with names like Smith and Houghton and Marta of Brazil
these women heroes of today they pass and glide and thrill
and yet a century ago their war-time game was born
a seed was sown and how it’s grown in spite of all the scorn
for way back then ruled by men the game would first embrace
the gentler sex who eaned respect for playing with such grace
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‘twas no-one quite like Lily Parr up North in rugby land
when footie was a cissie game but fans still crammed the stand
and crowds of fifty thousand were more than commonplace
they came in curiosity but not to see her face
they flocked in awe to wonder at young women in the war
and cries of “get ’em off love” rang loud when they did score
for back in nineteen seventeen they’d come from near and far
to see the Dick Kerr Ladies team led by young Lily Parr
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no softy touch nor bit of stuff a Woodbine on her lips
exceptional left footed too deceptive swerving hips
nine hundred goals in all she scored for England and the girls
St.Helen’s born she shunned the scorn to shock the football world
those Sundays when the pubs would play upon the fields of stone against those sturdy drunken lads our Lily held her own
and in munitions factories with pride they’d speak her name
an England captain so deserved and icon for the game
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and fans recall a moment when they waited patiently
a cow-pat by the corner-flag caused much hilarity
but Lily took it in her stride and in her face that day
of all who filled that Dick Kerr side young Lily led the way
no holding back no lack of strength no timid girlie show
but skill and depth and passion shone wherever they would go
for no-one quite like Lily has ever graced this game
long may she reign un-challenged long my we speak her name
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in Twenty Twelve we think of them with pride and with a smile
as seventy odd thousand patrol the Wembley mile
with names like Smith and Houghton and Marta of Brazil
these women heroes of today they pass and glide and thrill
and yet a century ago when Lily showed them how
you wish that they could see it all as we can see them now
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for way back then ruled by men the game would first embrace
the gentler sex who eaned respect for playing with such grace
and now today they have their say and prove they can compete
not with their looks or how they cook but with hearts and feet
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