Never on the field conflict
have so many been wanting
Just one point, Just one point
Every match brought forth a noble chance
And every goal brought forth a hearty shout
they deserve our gratitude, as do all the squad who,
in so many ways and on so many occasions, are ready,
and continue ready to give all and all the blues.
We need to fight them in our half
fight them on the half way line
fight them in their penalty area
And Hudders shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be rememberèd—
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen of Ipswich now await
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Portman Road |  |
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