The Bridge of the ‘Rising Sun’
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There is a house, down Fulham way
they called the ‘Rising Sun’
and it’s been the ruin of many a poor fan
and God, I know, I’m one
¶ 2
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A football club was spawned there
and they played in a lighter hue
with shorts down to the ankles
we’re now, in Royal, Blue
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Initially dubbed the Pensioners
with one emblazoned on the crest
now it’s back to the lion rampant
to proudly beat, upon our chests
¶ 4
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Oh mother tell your children
not to follow in my shoes
for what started in the Rising Sun
will bring a lifetime, of the Blues
¶ 5
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Well, I got one foot on the seat
the other planted on concrete grey
I’m goin’ back to Stamford Bridge
to watch, that ball, in play
¶ 6
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There is a house, down Fulham way
they called the ‘Rising Sun’
and it’s been the ruin of many a poor fan
and God, I know, I’m one
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