On the Banks of the Bisagno
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On the Banks of the Bisagno,
There stands a Football Ground.
It’s stood for many long, long years,
Defiant, firm and proud.
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What matches it has seen played out,
What goals, what thrills, what spills.
And what an atmosphere’s kicked up
When full of fans it’s filled.
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I’ve been there many times myself,
First went in Eighty-Three.
I was a fresh-faced student then,
Soon be an OAP!
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Can’t say how much I’ve witnessed,
Stood there on my two feet.
I’ve seen it all, dull nil-nil draws,
Big wins, painful defeats.
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Now if you are a tourist,
And football floats your boat,
You might care to take in a match,
Regret it you sure won’t.
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This Ground is not so hard to find,
Seek out a Taxi Rank,
And when the cabbie asks “Where to?”
Just say “Bisagno’s Banks!”
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4/2/26
Denys E. W. Jones
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