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Down the Plaskynaston Lane We sing all the songs A prayer and a wish and hymn Wrapped up in the scarf With nought but a dream To warm our poor hearts from the wind
Brave men of the blood Who will take to the field And play with a passion all fear Blood sweat and tears Then the sound of our cheers Would follow them all off the field
The lads of the “Ancients” Will fight for the cause Where the football is hard made of steel You can curse you can swear Pull what’s left of your hair And then dream of the Champions' League!
© Parry Maguire (2005)
(In praise of keeping Welsh Premier League football at Plaskynaston Lane)
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