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.
A football game they went to see
They partied on so gleefully
A hundred thousand, maybe more
All to see King Henrik score.
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.