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It's a studied eye that starts it off That sees the ball and knocks it rough But chance has had no love for thee For tis Simmons bent the knee His eye is quick, his arm is long And it's a bead on first he's drawn Quick! He's down into the dust And quicker still the run's a bust For Andrelton's had his way today And made yet one more famous play The shouts come now from those who won And the chant is An-drel-ton
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Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
Simmons on the Field
It's a studied eye that starts it off That sees the ball and knocks it rough But chance has had no love for thee For tis Simmons bent the knee His eye is quick, his arm is long And it's a bead on first he's drawn Quick! He's down into the dust And quicker still the run's a bust For Andrelton's had his way today And made yet one more famous play The shouts come now from those who won And the chant is An-drel-ton
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Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
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