You'll Never Walk Alone

When you walk through a storm Hold your head up high And don't be afraid of the dark At the end of the storm Is a golden sky And the sweet silver song of a lark Walk on through the wind Walk on through the rain Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown Walk on, walk on With hope in your heart And you'll never walk alone You'll never walk alone

Poor Scouser Tommy

Let me tell you the story of a poor boy Who was sent far away from his home To fight for his king and his country And also the old folks back home So they put him in a Highland division Sent him off to a far foreign land Where the flies swarm around in their thousands And there's nothing to see but the sands In a battle that started next morning Under an Arabian sun I remember that poor Scouser Tommy Who was shot by an old Nazi gun As he lay on the battle field dying dying dying With the blood gushing out of his head (of his head) As he lay on the battle field dying dying dying These were the last words he said... Oh... I am a Liverpudlian I come from the Spion Kop I like to sing, I like to shout I go there quite a lot (every week) We support the team that's dressed in Red A team that we all know A team that we call Liverpool And to glory we will go We've won the League, we've won the Cup We've been to Europe too We played the Toffees for a laugh And we left them feeling blue - Five Nil! One two One two three One two three four Five nil! Rush scored one Rush scored two Rush scored three And Rush scored four!   Bill Shankly from Glenbuck Twas on a cold December's day Back in 1959 When a man came down from Hudersfield Town To lead the Anfield line He bought Yeats from Dundee and St. John And the football world was shook This man he became a legend Bill Shankly from Glenbuck. On the Kop we'd sway and sing Till our hearts would burst with pride And Shanks he made a pact with us To build another side With Keegan, Tosh and Steve Heighway The great man kept his word Then in '74 he bade farewell Our dear old Scottish Laird. Now when Shanks was gone we sang walk on But feared we'd walk alone, The search was on to find the one Who could fill the masters throne. The one we crowned became renowned Throughout the football game Three European Cups, six championships, Bob Paisley was his name. Now when Bob stepped down he left his crown Inside his Anfield home Joe Fagan came and brought new fame With a treble won in Rome Though the Heysel year left Joe in tears, The following year he'd sing, When we won the league and FA Cup And Kenny was our king. When he played in red Bob Paisley said He's the best he'd ever seen And the team he built in 88 Ruled the football league supreme. And when Hillsborough left us all bereaved And the Kop bedecked in flowers, Kenny proved he truly was a king In Anfield's darkest hour. Now the mantles being past to a man from France And it's Houllier we praise. As the reds walk on, the Kops in song And we savour glory days Days of ball to feet, of victory sweet Days of passion, guile and fire The legacy of one so great Bill Shankly from Ayshire.

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