Cut slices off West Ham.
The Arsenal we blew up, We left the Hotspur numb—Until we reached the Final At Wembley Stadium.
The crowd were all there waiting, The Final for to see, And all the other players Were on the field but me.
When I made my. appearance, You should have heard the hoots—Td brought my carpet slippers Instead of football boots At last the game got started, Each moment was a thrill—
When half-time came, the others Were leading fifteen—nil.
"They must not score again, lad."
Said t'captain with a frown. Said I, "They'll try in vain, lad—Ive taken t'goal-posts down!"
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.