The Strath Won The Fife Cup
¶ 1
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Perhaps one day I shall travel
Through the Lake District and the borderland.
Perhaps one day I shall be ‘neath a Lomond Hill
Perhaps one day I shall travel, perhaps I will.
¶ 2
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Perhaps one day I shall travel
Through Cowdenbeath and Glenrothes,
Perhaps one day I shall go to Strathmiglo.
¶ 3
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Perhaps one day I shall be close-up
To the pitch o’ the Strath who won the Fife Cup,
Perhaps one day I shall see their field of green,
Perhaps one day thinks this man,
This auld has been.
¶ 4
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Now remember, Strathmiglo are a founder member,
Of the Kingdom Caledonian AFA,
Perhaps that day I’ll find the answer before I pack-up
Can you sup from the Fife Cup?
¶ 5
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Perhaps one day I shall travel
Glasgow, an hour or so from Strathmiglo,
Living fitba life breathing football breath,
“More serious” said Shank’s “than life or death.”
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