West Country
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Down the M5
And we’re off to the game
Ashton Gate here we come
The winners take the fame
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Bristol were firm favourites
They thought they couldn’t lose
Ball breaks to Spencer
A strike he couldn’t refuse
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The Battle of the Robins
The Battle of the Reds
The Battle of the West Country
1-0 up and we are off our dotty heads
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We’re holding them off
Robins in their nest
The final whistle goes
Cheltenham Town – Best in the west
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