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This ain’t Wuthering Heights, This is Turf Moor

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 ‘Tis a wild wind that blows
Across the East Lancs moors
Turning blues purple whilst
Clarets glow knowingly

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Coyle wrapped up all 3 points
Whilst Bruce wrapped up warm
Feels the bitter ice of defeat

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 On the road Burnley’s house as brittle as sticks
But at home Turf Moor a fortress

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Against the ill wind of misfortune.

Notes

Home form for the Clarets is glorious, just need to covert into away days.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/this-aint-wuthering-heights-this-is-turf-moor/