The Knights Of Sir Alfred
¶ 1
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Where are the knights of Sir Alfred?
Where is our red army’s glow?
It was lost in the blink of an eyelid
Oh where did our cup chances go?
¶ 2
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What happened to football’s creators?
Inventors of this beautiful game
Their tears are now falling from heaven…
On Wembley like small drops of rain
¶ 3
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No more are we champions of Blighty
No Bobbys… No Martins…No Geoffs
We’ve come from the Rapture of Ramsey
To the McClaren slow dance of death
¶ 4
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Our roar has lost it’s perfection
Oh where did the three lions go?
Are we now lambs looking for traction?
On a hillside covered in snow
¶ 5
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Oh where is the hope and the glory?
Where is our anthem of pride?
Is it now a forgettable jingle?
Since that day when our cup chances died.
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