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The Ballad Of The Precious Red Shirt

toby jones

Friday, January 2nd, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There’s always been a wish I’ve held
And none can steal away
And down the years is still as strong
Is still as strong today
To walk along the Walton Breck Road
To pass beneath the gates
This side of Jordan’s promised land
Where long I’ve had to wait

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We’d gather here draped in our scarves
And off to heaven fly
With songs of Shanks and victories
Those days and nights rushed by
The millions from a lottery win
Mean bugger all to me
But a chance to dance o’er Anfield’s turf
Now heaven that must be

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 To meet a cross from Heighway’s boots
To thread a path to goal
And trap a ball for Ian Rush
Whilst beside me Dalglish strolls
To glance around the dressing room
At faces from my wall
To feel my heart beat like a drum
When Shankly my name calls

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 To wear the red of Anfield’s Kings
And stand beside the Mac
To battle hard for every ball with
The Iron to watch my back
To race across the Anfield pitch
When the Kop roared “Allez Les Rouges”
To munch the Gladbach up for lunch
And do the same to Bruges

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 With Roger Hunt and Cally
Peter Thompson on left wing
Ian St John takes all on from
The skills that I would bring
The fire that was Ray Kennedy
Can never be blown out
And the flair of Johnny Barnes
Is always worth a shout

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 There’s Lawrenson a steady rock
Whilst Hansen contemplates
Souness strong and compliments
The steel of Jimmy Case
Bob Paisley down from Durham
Out the mines and into the red
Thommo came down from the Kop
And took the Euro Cup to bed

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Jan Molby with his accent, was he Scouse?
No one could tell
But when his boots began to talk
We knew every word they yelled
A million goals all in my dreams
From Wembley Cardiff Rome
But if I could choose just one to score
The one that brings the title home

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The flags all flyin’ no words said
Around me reds who show the way
Their every banner stitched with love
And then tears and sadness wiped away
With a Liver bird upon my chest
And my Liver bird heart inside
I’d pass and move for Liverpool
With Passion Faith and Pride.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 (c) tobyjones 2nd january 2004

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-ballad-of-the-precious-red-shirt/