Wee Gordie
¶ 1
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Poor Gordon Strachan
A new season just begun
And the knives are out
The sun yet high in the sky
Fans seeking an early change
¶ 2
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Wee Gordie needs time
At least ’till the clocks go back
Help, poisoned chalice!
The wee man has the support
Of the board. He’s on his way
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