Seven Points Ahead, Three Games to Play
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The nerves were taut, the bowels were clenched,
Mistrust and faithlessness entrenched.
But Alan Moore set us on our way,
Seven points ahead, three games to play.
¶ 2
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But Dessie Baker scored a cracker,
And suddenly the sky turned blacker.
Our mouths hung open in dismay,
Five points ahead, three games to play.
¶ 3
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But Davey Crawley cracked one in
To put us back on course to win
That celebration – qu’est-ce que c’est?
Seven points ahead, three games to play.
¶ 4
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But Longford pressed and carved out chances,
Worrying in the circumstances,
We got down on our knees to pray,
Seven points ahead, three games to play.
¶ 5
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Then Weso ran and Alan dived,
Our challenge suddenly revived,
And Scouser nearly made them pay,
Seven points ahead, three games to play.
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So now we play the Town again
In Longford’s omnipresent rain.
Roll on, roll on Saturday,
Seven points ahead, three games to play.
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