1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 In Torshavn they’ll be singing,
St. Magnus bells a-ringing,
As they toast the triumph of the Viking will.
In the deep Ghanaian heat,
They did not have one defeat,
As the Pharoahs beat the Cameroon one nil.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 In the stormy North Atlantic,
Sure, the craic will be gigantic,
As they celebrate their footballing sensations.
Up to now, they’ve been quite poor,
‘Gainst the Scots they got a draw,
But now they have the African Cup of Nations.


Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/champions/