To the Claret and Blue
¶ 1
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To the Claret and Blue,
We’ve a glass raised to you
For the four points you’ve taken from Derry.
And it sure would be heaven
If ye made it seven –
‘Twould make us all cheery and merry.
¶ 2
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But a word to the wise,
Keep the stars from you’re eyes.
Our love for you’s liable to alter!
If you play much the same
In this Friday night’s game,
Our feelings might very well falter.
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