The UEFA Licence – An Irish Solution
¶ 1
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Hush, my darling, don’t dismay, although you feel frustrated,
A First Division Licence doesn’t mean we’re relegated.
Put your hands together now and pray for some redemption,
For Uncle Fran has promised that he’ll get us an exemption.
¶ 2
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Hush, my darling, don’t you fret, there isn’t any reason,
Of course they’ll let us compete in the Champions’ League this season.
Pray hard to God and Uncle Fran, my ever-fearful daughter.
Don’t you know that both of them are known to walk on water?
¶ 3
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Hush, my darling, don’t you cry, please throw away that tissue.
Put your trust in Uncle Fran to sort this sorry issue.
The cynics have no faith at all and claim there’s trouble brewing,
But rest assured, our Lord and Master knows what he is doing.
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