THIS BEAUTIFUL GAME
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AS IT RAINS, AS IT HAILS AND AS THE WIND BLOWS
THE REF CALLS THE BOYS TO THEIR TOES
THE WHISTLE HE BLOWS, ATTENTION REQUIRED
BUT IN THE 84th MINUTE WE WERE TOO TIRED
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I KNOW WE’RE AT THE HIGHEST GROUND IN THE COUNTRY
BUT WHY IS BUXTON SO BLOOMIN WINTRY
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IN COMES A CORNER, HIGH AND DRAUGHTY
OOPS HE’S DROPED IT, NO HE’S GOT IT, HE’S CRAFTY
THE LIFE OF A SEMI PRO FOOTBALLER IS NEVER EASY
WHEN BUXTON IS SO BREEZY
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THE FINAL WHISTLE GOES, I WISH I COULD FEEL MY NOSE
WE’VE LOST BADLY, 3-0 NOT A RESULT I MIGHT’VE CHOSE
BUT FOR THE BOYS I’LL ENDURE THE WEATHER’S AIM
ALL FOR THE LOVE OF THE BEAUTIFUL GAME
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