Yes, “marching all together”,
The men in lily white.
A tight defence,
So mighty.
Remember Jack,
With all his height.
Our lovely interpassing,
Oh, such a glorious sight.
And as for our opponents,
They just cowered down in fright.
We never tired of winning.
We’d never give up the fight.
“What’s it like to be outclassed? ” we’d sing,
(By Bremner, Giles and Gray) .
With Sniffer sniffing goals,
And many a Lorimer blast,
We’d send them, thrashed, on their way,
Yes, as we sang, outclassed.
Paul Butters (C) Yorkshire, Saturday 30\1\2010 at 11.55.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem