27th Anniversary
They went with songs to the match, they were
young.
Straight of limb, true red, steady and confident on that Saturday afternoon.
They were staunch to the end against odds incalculable,
They fell as adversaries looked on.
Straight of limb, true red, steady and confident on that Saturday afternoon.
They were staunch to the end against odds incalculable,
They fell as adversaries looked on.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades
again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They stand no more on the terraces.
They have no lot in our labour’s in todays matches;
They sleep beyond Liverpool’s sparkle.
They sleep beyond Liverpool’s sparkle.
They shall not grow old, as we that are left
grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and every morning,
They will never walk alone.
At the going down of the sun and every morning,
They will never walk alone.
Justice for the 96
Modified from "Ode of Remembrance" part of Laurence
Binyon's
poem "For the Fallen", first published in The Times in September 1914.
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