The Ould Anfield Roar
¶ 1
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There’s nothing quite like it
Consuming and pure
Rolls like the oceans
The Ould Anfield Roar
¶ 2
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It’s voice drowned out Wembley
Cardiff and Rome
And the ghosts of Byzantium
From their sleep thrown
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In Paris it chanted
And made itself known
Heroic and gracious
To ne’er walk alone
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By the banks of the Mersey
The Kop Choir is formed
12th Man this legion
The Ould Anfield Roar.
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