We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.
The usual cracking read Wilf, regarding our No.1 fan Fewey and our anthem, that letter came from "name and address supplied" - is one of his friends Syd back in correspondence - another broken promise
Great read as usual Wilfie - Reference to Fewings and his pathetic attempt to insult us all over our anthem Old Faithful - I had thought to write to him and ask him if as a Sports reporter he had been at the KC Stadium on Friday night and heard 14500 people sing the song in memory of 2 great Hull players who embraced Old Faithful as much as we all did but felt I would not lower myself to play his pathetic little game. One of the things I could have pointed out to him is that as some-one who went to dear Arthur Keegans Funeral - at the gathering at Dewsbury Celtics Club, the afternoon was ended with a rousing chorus of Old Faithful and this was lead by people who are not natural Hull Supporters but it is such a part off every Hull player and supporter as much as You'll never walk alone to Liverpool
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AIRLIE BIRDS FLYIN' HIGH YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL SUN IN THE SKY YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL BREEZE DRIFTIN' ON BY YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ITS A NEW DAWN, ITS A NEW DAY.
LOCKO'S LYRICS OF THE WEEK:- AND ECHOES NOBODY HEARS, IT GOES, IT GOES, IT GOES WE’RE FAITHFUL, WE ALL BEL13VE, WE ALL BEL13VE IT SO FAITHFUL, WE ALL BEL13VE, WE ALL BEL13VE IT
