Football Poets

While we were conquering Europe

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Come, all vet’ran Koppites, let us sing a song again.
Sing not like the nightingale that sings as if in pain.
Sing as we all used to sing on coaches, ships and trains,
While we were conquering Europe!

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 ‘Ullo, ‘Ullo, we are the Anfield Boys.
‘Ullo, ‘Ullo, the Mersey’s Pride and Joy.
And if you support Everton, you must be off your head,
For they are the worst team in Europe.

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Keegan, Tosh and Crazy Horse, Case, Heighway, Tommy Smith.
These were all our heroes then, and don’t forget Dalglish.
He was truly lethal when they let him off the leash,
While we rampaged over Europe!

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 ‘Ullo, ‘Ullo, we are the Anfield Lads.
‘Ullo, Ullo, we’ve no cause to be sad.
And if you are a Bluenose, you should be with envy green,
‘Cos your team ain’t famed throughout Europe!

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Anfield was a Fortress, and we were its garrison.
Standing tight-packed on the Kop we sang in unison.
Roared so loud we could be heard across at Goodison,
And ‘cross The Channel in Europe.

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 ‘Ullo, Ullo, we are the Anfield Crew.
‘Ullo, ‘Ullo, we hate the sight of blue.
But if you like good football, well, you’ve come to the right place.
For we are the Cream of all Europe.

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 We were bagging Trophies when Man U were in the shade.
Forest were our rivals in them long gone Glory Days.
Cloughie was the gaffer of whom we were most afraid.
But Clemence was better than Shilton…

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 ‘Ullo, ‘Ullo, we are the Mighty Reds!
‘Ullo, ‘Ullo, wake up, get out of bed.
And hurry down to Anfield, where we’ll show you how it’s played.
‘Cos you’ll find nowt better in Europe!

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Fagan won a Treble, but he wasn’t dubbed a Knight.
Paisley piled up Silver, but the Gongs stayed out of sight.
Rafael might get one if he just plays his cards right,
And helps us to re-conquer Europe.

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Hurrah! Hurrah! For Liverpool F.C.!
Sing up! Sing up! They’re sure our cup of tea.
And if you like the Toffeemen, we’re sorry for you, wack,
For when were you Champions of Europe?

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 We ain’t quite the Force we were, but fear not, we’ll be back.
You’ll know all about it when we go on the attack.
Paisley, Shanks and Fagan somewhere Up There all will clap,
When we are crowned Kings of Europe…

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 23/11/04
Denys E. W. Jones

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