On the days to call, which we
have left behind,
Our boyhood’s glorious game,
And our youthful vigour has
declined
With its mirth and its lonesome
end;
You will think of the time, the
happy time,
Its memories fond recall
When in the bloom of your
youthful prime
We’ve kept upon the ball.
Kick off, throw it in, have a
little scrimmage,
Keep it low, a splendid rush,
bravo, win or die;
On the ball, City, never mind
the danger,
Steady on, now’s your chance,
Hurrah! We’ve scored a goal.
Let all tonight then drink with
me
To the football game we love,
And wish it may successful be
Join player, game and song
And fondly pledge your pride and
toast
Success to the City club.
Kick off, throw it in, have a
little scrimmage,
Keep it low, a splendid rush,
bravo, win or die;
On the ball, City, never mind
the danger,
Steady on, now’s your chance,
Hurrah! We’ve scored a goal.
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