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The White Rose Of Lancashire

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The White Rose of Lancashire is rising above the mud.
Everyone said we could’nt but we knew we could.
The long awaited bells of victory, are waiting to be rung.
The beautiful song of victory is written, and waiting to be sung.
So listen in the yonder, for the Reebok roof to roar.
And you could proudly say, that you were there that day,
when the superwhites won the war.

Notes

This is my poem on the rise of bolton wanderers and the ecstasy that will surround the town when we lift the fa cup in may. aight.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/the-white-rose-of-lancashire/