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To battle, Liverpool, sweet battle, Liverpool

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 a little known man
with a dirty white cow
milked the goat for the
good of his tribe

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 for the love of his sword his men
fell down and dead
and the battle they duly did win

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 and now lucozade, not goat milk
fills the stomach
of the mighty Red men

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 and for the love of Steve G
will his men give their all
till they die in the field of Constantinople

Notes

Hail, said the Prophet. La, said the Scouser.

And with his poor langauge and love of football, may luck of the God be with you tonight.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/to-battle-liverpool-sweet-battle-liverpool/