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The ghosts of who we used to be
Revere the Holy Trinity,
But no more Harvey, Kendall, Ball,
No more the ’80s glory call,
No more Big Nev or Andy Gray,
Just ‘Up the Ev!’,
And play, boys, play.
Super Frankie leads us on,
As our boys meet them one for one.
So shove your VAR and added time,
We’ll push the Blues over the line.
With will and passion and our voice,
We’re born – not made,
We have no choice.
It’s in our hands and at our feet,
And only two teams left to beat,
The wall of Pickford holds us strong,
As Gwladys Street resounds in song.
For captain Seamus, 60 grand,
And broken hearts for Myko’s land.
For Jonjoe, Godders, Keane, King Yerry,
Give us strength, make us merry.
For Delph, for Doucs, for Allan, too,
Once a Blue, always a Blue.
Now, Dimi’s seen our skies are grey,
Iwobi finds his heart, I pray,
And Richy, £50mil Brazilian,
I love you, lad… One in a million.
So, get your coats on,
Tell your ma,
The last big push – not very far,
But if we fall, we shall not stop,
For fear of that unearthly drop.
We’ll pick ourselves back up again,
For as we rise, we’re more than men,
More than blood and sweat and tears,
More than our hopes and dreams and fears.
We are one voice, one battle cry,
We’re Evertonians until we die.
By ‘Yanndalf’ (@Yanndalf1), Evertonian
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