Tennyson Writes Footie
¶ 1
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Could it occur again?
Could we once more attain
Par with his holy name,
Blessed Saint Ramsay?
¶ 2
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O how we groaned and cursed!
Right from the very first
Our England played the worst,
Awkward and clumsy.
¶ 3
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Soon every chance was done,
T-shirts and flags were gone.
Now we must dwell upon
Chances they squandered.
¶ 4
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In four years time, we’ll see
But realistically
What will their chances be,
One in six hundred?
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