A Voice:
O that we now had here
But a squad of multi-millionaire internationals,
And millions of worldwide fans
That do no work to-day!
SE25:
What's he that wishes so?
My cousins from the Holmesdale? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to lose, we are the few
To mope around our families; and if to win,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, we don’t need any more from the woodwork.
FFS, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth drink upon my cost in The Cherries;
It yearns me not if men my replica shirts wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, wish not a man from South London.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, my fellow Eagles,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
You might as well f*ck off; watch it on TV,
And I’ll pay for your Travelcard home;
We would not have faith in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to support with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crystal Palace.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Palace.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is Crystal Palace Day."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his FA Cup Winners tattoo,
And say "These wounds I had on Crystal Palace’s day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats were done that day. Then shall their names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words—
Yohan the French, Zaha and Bolasie,
Dann and Delaney, McArthur and Puncheon —
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And May 21st, Crystal Palace Day, shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of Palace brothers;
For he to-day that sings his heart out with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in Croydon and Bromley now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That sang with us upon Crystal Palace’s day.
O that we now had here
But a squad of multi-millionaire internationals,
And millions of worldwide fans
That do no work to-day!
SE25:
What's he that wishes so?
My cousins from the Holmesdale? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to lose, we are the few
To mope around our families; and if to win,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, we don’t need any more from the woodwork.
FFS, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth drink upon my cost in The Cherries;
It yearns me not if men my replica shirts wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, wish not a man from South London.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, my fellow Eagles,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
You might as well f*ck off; watch it on TV,
And I’ll pay for your Travelcard home;
We would not have faith in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to support with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crystal Palace.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Palace.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is Crystal Palace Day."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his FA Cup Winners tattoo,
And say "These wounds I had on Crystal Palace’s day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats were done that day. Then shall their names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words—
Yohan the French, Zaha and Bolasie,
Dann and Delaney, McArthur and Puncheon —
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And May 21st, Crystal Palace Day, shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of Palace brothers;
For he to-day that sings his heart out with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in Croydon and Bromley now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That sang with us upon Crystal Palace’s day.
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