HERE’S TO THE GIRLS, BOYS

 

I was a broth of a boy in my day;

My companions were all much the same,

The one thing we liked more than chasing the girls

Was a rousing good football game.

 

Refrain:

Here’s to the goals we scored, my boys,

And here’s to the ones that we missed,

And here’s to the girls we never could catch,

And here’s to the girls we kissed boys

Here’s to the girls we kissed.

 

The old men stood on the line and moaned

That the days of good football, they were long gone;

But what did we care what the veterans said

With the lassies there cheering us on.

 

Refrain:

Here’s to the goals we scored, my boys, etc

 

We were so young when we took to the field

That they laughed and said we could never play;

But time took care of our youth, my boys,

And we were soon to have our day.

 

Refrain:

Here’s to the goals we scored, my boys, etc

 

I remember the evening we brought home the cup

And filled it with brandy and wine,

And passed it round till they all got a sup

And the barman forgot to call “Time!”

 

Refrain:

Here’s to the goals we scored, my boys, etc

 

We were all broths of boys in our day

But how swiftly that day did fly;

Now we sit in the bar-room drinking our beer

And talking of days that went by.

 

Refrain:

Here’s to the goals we scored, my boys, etc

 

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