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The Liverpool Echo

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The echoes of the glories gone
All celebrated still in song
The Beatles words we let them be
In the Gospel that is Stevie G
And famous reds of yesterday
Like all good things won’t pass away
The greyhound legs of Terry Mac
From 40 yards the ball he’d whack

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Whilst Barney Rubble loaded his boots
With bullets only he could shoot
Good football flowed like fine French wine
Good football played with passion and pride
Look there beside the Shankly Gates
The one-man posse Rowdy Yeats
In ’65 our first FA Cup
And Inter Milan they were given a look

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The magic times so many to choose
Rushie’s goals against the blues
And Keegan’s legs would weave such knots
The pitch was riddled just ask Bertie Vogts!
If anyone asks “Could Dalglish turn?”
Give them the videos say “Watch and Learn!”
Barnsie played with boots to kill
His bag of tricks born in Brazil

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The heart-stopping games we came to see
Liverpool 4 Newcastle 3
But the title we lost in 89
Proved football is not more important than life
The Kemlyn Road they changed its name
The Spion Kop it’s not the same
But reds they know they’ll ne’er walk alone
The Spirit of Shankly still welcomes them home.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 (c) tobyjones 2nd january 2004

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-liverpool-echo/