The Red Scarf
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Bill Shankly loved the auld red scarf
A Scotsman proud he said
Like Chairman Mao and Moses
I stand before a mighty sea of Red
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Its colours hold the dreams of all
Each heart in every thread
And like a banner carried boldly forth
Flown proud above each head
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Gripped in the hearts of kings and paupers
The hands of rich and poor
It wraps Reds in the glory of
The prayers and songs of those before
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Its heartbeat is the fields of Anfield
Tho its travelled far from home
Draped the bars of Dortmund Paris
And when Paisley conquered Rome
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In Istanbul Byzantium
The pool rose from the dead
The walls of Milanese resistance
All breached by Rafas glorious Reds
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A symbol of immortal love
A badge declaring faith
It tells the story of this club
In history writes its page
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And when a copper with his foot
Coldly kicked one such scarf aside
Shankly growled Remember son its not just a scarf,
This scarf is someones life.
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