1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He might have played for the Villa
Yes, for Wolves and Coventry too,
But our Big Cyrille
Was Albion through and through.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Scything though defences
Like a lumberjack through trees,
Along with Cunningham and Batson
He was one-third of the Three Degrees!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Oh, how we’d love another like him!
How we need another King!
If we had another Cyrille
Then you’d hear the Hawthorns sing!

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 But there’s no sign of a saviour
To resurrect our flagging team,
So I’ll carry on regardless
Holding tight onto my dream.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/big-cyrille/