Oh Seven Oh
Seven
By
Exile
Stanley’s my village, and there are my friends,
The place of my childhood, it calls me again,
There is a re-union, for one and for all,
On oh seven oh seven, we’re having a ball,
Oh wonderful Stanley, frae the ‘Rex’ tae the Mill,
Frae Willie Bowfs’ Benchil, o’er to Petries’ Hill
What wonderful creatures, ye spawned frae yer loins,
On Oh seven Oh seven, wae them we’ll re-join,
We’ve travelled far yonder frae the east tae the west,
We’re returning tae Stanley, the place we love best,
We’ve fought for our country, throughout countless years
Oh seven Oh seven will bring laughter and tears
Your sons and your daughters have scattered the world
The message frae Stanley is like a flag that’s unfurled
It’s like a great movement, frae some master plan
But we’re returning to Stanley, this is whaur it began
Remember your childhood, and look back wae pride
The parents whau made you, whau skelped your backside
The teachers who taught you, the right frae the wrong
I pay homage tae Stanley, that’s whaur I belong
I’ll never forget you, you’re part o’ me still
Frae the school at the cross roads, tae the back o’ the mill
I live for the future, but owe my life tae the past
Oh seven oh seven, I’m back home at last
Copyright Calluna Publishing 2007
