The Red and The Blue
¶ 1
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When I were nowt more than a lad,
Here’s what me Old Man said:
“All dumb dimwits like us are blue,
While all smart Alecs are red.
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They’re always in with a shout.
We fight to ‘scape the Drop.
We always finish way way down the League,
While they come in up near the top.
¶ 3
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They sign big names from abroad.
We need to sell to survive.
Frequently they win their matches by four.
We often lose by five.
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You’ll find ‘em stood on the Kop.
Us on the Park or the Street.
They often scent the sweet smell of success.
We drain the dregs of Defeat.
¶ 5
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They’re always ‘Up for the Cup’.
We get knocked out in Round Three.
They see off Villa, Man U and The Toon.
We’re beat by Shrewsburee …”
¶ 6
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Fatha and Mutha both said,
Brutha and Sista too:
“If you’ve one ounce of sense, you’ll be sure to be red.
Only daft beggers like us are blue.”
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So I thought long and hard ‘bout their warning.
Sat there rackin’ the brain in me ‘ead.
And I came to conclude I’d be proud to be blue,
And I wouldn’t be seen dead in red!
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29/11/04
Denys E. W. Jones
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