The tales of Old Seville
¶ 1
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When you hear the tales of old Seville
The castle, cathedral and the local goodwill
Remember too the Celts were there
A vast great throng, none could compare.
¶ 2
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A football game they went to see
They partied on so gleefully
A hundred thousand, maybe more
All to see King Henrik score.
¶ 3
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Alas, the result was not to be
But Seville was touched eternally
And in years to come when nights grow long
The tales of Seville will still burn strong.
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