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The Scarf My Father Wore
« on: October 8, 2012, 04:50:43 PM »
(To the tune of The Sash My Father Wore)

It was back in nineteen-sixty-five
On the very first day of May.
Me Dad sang and danced for the lads in Red
as he walked down Wembley Way.
Ian St. John scored the goal that won
The Cup we'd never won before.
And as his son I love to wear
The scarf my father wore.
 

It is old but it is beautiful
And its colours they are fine
It was worn in Paris Wemberly
In Rome and on the Rhine
My father wore it as a youth
In the bygone days of yore
And as his son I love to wear
The scarf my father wore.

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Re: The Scarf My Father Wore
« Reply #1 on: May 20, 2013, 06:05:17 PM »
Written by Red Dave and Peter Evo.
Thank you.