Belfast_Tim
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Forever and ever we'll follow the Gers, the Glasgow Rangers, the teddy bears, we will be mastered, by whom, by no ??????????, We'll keep the blue flag flying high.
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Forever and ever we'll follow the Gers, the Glasgow Rangers, the teddy bears, we will be mastered, by whom, by no ??????????, We'll keep the blue flag flying high.
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Happy Birthday John Greig. the greatest ever Ranger.
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Happy Birthday John Greig. the greatest ever Ranger.
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Never liked Nickelodeon as a child. An utter load of shite.
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Forever and ever. We'll follow the Bhoys. The Glasgow Celtic. The Tiimmalloys. We shall not be mastered. (By who?)
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There's a uniform still hanging in what's known as father's room A uniform so simple in its style It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered plume Yet me mother has preserved it all the while One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years In memory of your father Sean she said And when I put the sam brown on, she was smiling through hear tears As she placed the broad black brimmer on me head
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There's a uniform still hanging in what's known as father's room A uniform so simple in its style It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered plume Yet me mother has preserved it all the while One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years In memory of your father Sean she said And when I put the sam brown on, she was smiling through hear tears As she placed the broad black brimmer on me head
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There's a uniform still hanging in what's known as father's room A uniform so simple in its style It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered plume Yet me mother has preserved it all the while One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years In memory of your father Sean she said And when I put the sam brown on, she was smiling through hear tears As she placed the broad black brimmer on me head
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There's a uniform still hanging in what's known as father's room A uniform so simple in its style It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered plume Yet me mother has preserved it all the while One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years In memory of your father Sean she said And when I put the sam brown on, she was smiling through hear tears As she placed the broad black brimmer on me head
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There's a uniform still hanging in what's known as father's room A uniform so simple in its style It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered plume Yet me mother has preserved it all the while One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years In memory of your father Sean she said And when I put the sam brown on, she was smiling through hear tears As she placed the broad black brimmer on me head
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There's a uniform still hanging in what's known as father's room A uniform so simple in its style It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered plume Yet me mother has preserved it all the while One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years In memory of your father Sean she said And when I put the sam brown on, she was smiling through hear tears As she placed the broad black brimmer on me head
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There's a uniform still hanging in what's known as father's room A uniform so simple in its style It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered plume Yet me mother has preserved it all the while One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years In memory of your father Sean she said And when I put the sam brown on, she was smiling through hear tears As she placed the broad black brimmer on me head
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There's a uniform still hanging in what's known as father's room A uniform so simple in its style It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered plume Yet me mother has preserved it all the while One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years In memory of your father Sean she said And when I put the sam brown on, she was smiling through hear tears As she placed the broad black brimmer on me head
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There's a uniform still hanging in what's known as father's room A uniform so simple in its style It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered plume Yet me mother has preserved it all the while One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years In memory of your father Sean she said And when I put the sam brown on, she was smiling through hear tears As she placed the broad black brimmer on me head
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Forever and ever, we'll follow the Bhoys. The Glasgow Celtic, the Timmalloys. For we won't be mastered....
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Forever and ever, we'll follow the Bhoys. The Glasgow Celtic, the Timmalloys. For we won't be mastered....
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Forever and ever, we'll follow the Bhoys. The Glasgow Celtic, the Timmalloys. For we won't be mastered....
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Forever and ever, we'll follow the Bhoys. The Glasgow Celtic, the Timmalloys. For we won't be mastered....
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thank god we are rebels
