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Coming Home

You know the song So bring it on. Football is the theme, And England is our team. We invented the modern game, So losing is a shame. But we are going to win. Let the celebrations begin. Bring on Croatia, We know we can outpace ya. As for France, We’ll lead them a merry dance. If it’s Belgium we’re happy too, They always let you through. Though nothing is ever certain, Until the final curtain. We’re owed (a lot) from Lady Luck, But so long as we win, I don’t give a… It’s time we won again, Making boys into men. I really hope we win: Prepare for quite a din. History could be made That will never ever fade. Paul Butters © PB 9\7\2018.
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paul-butters
English
Published
Jul 9, 2018
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33·125
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A couple of football matches are coming up......

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#football#cominghome#song#chant#history#england
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