The Knights Of Sir Alfred

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Where are the knights of Sir Alfred?
Where is our red army’s glow?
It was lost in the blink of an eyelid
Oh where did our cup chances go?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 What happened to football’s creators?
Inventors of this beautiful game
Their tears are now falling from heaven…
On Wembley like small drops of rain

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 No more are we champions of Blighty
No Bobbys… No Martins…No Geoffs
We’ve come from the Rapture of Ramsey
To the McClaren slow dance of death

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Our roar has lost it’s perfection
Oh where did the three lions go?
Are we now lambs looking for traction?
On a hillside covered in snow

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Oh where is the hope and the glory?
Where is our anthem of pride?
Is it now a forgettable jingle?
Since that day when our cup chances died.


Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/the-knights-of-sir-alfred/