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Last Updated: Friday, 26 December, 2003, 11:24 GMT
Your sporting Christmas carols
BBC Sport Interactive's Chris Charles reworked Slade's 'So here it is, Merry Christmas' in tribute to Jonny Wilkinson - and we asked you to come up with your festive ditties.

Thanks for all your efforts - the best are published below.


We Three Cups Of Liverpool Are

We 3 Cups of Liverpool are
FA League and UEFA
Cardiff Dortmund Anfield heroes
Glorious reds out on the park

Oh Star of Anfield burning bright
Feed us with your glorious light
Premier league we must proceed
Bring all before us in thy sight

Redmen sit a throne of gold
Our boys of wit and courage bold
Kings forever champions ever
Reign in hearts and passion's soul

Oh Star of Anfield shining bright
Lead us to thy home tonight
Premier dreams must surely seem
From prayers and hopes ours by right

Sweet songs of Anfield through the air
Each heart uplifted and prepared
Give praise and thanks our saviour Shanks
Whose loyal devotion all declare

Oh Star of Anfield guide us right
Bring safe each pilgrim by your light
Saints well known ascend their throne
Shanks with Joe and Bob beside

The holy ground the blessed park
With Houllier as our guiding star
Sorrow's failing love prevailing
Anfield's sons and daughters are

Oh Star of Anfield burning bright
None walk alone who seek thy light
Faithful devoted and enduring
Each loyal and hopeful true kopite

Owen Heskey and Gerrard
With grace pray bring us our reward
Champions League and then Nineteen
League titles won at last is ours

Oh Star of Anfield heavenly sight
Most precious jewel star in the night
Shed down upon thy humble souls
A portion of thy sacred light.
Sharon Marshall, uk


O Come all ye F.A.ithful, joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to Ri - o's hearing,
Come and abhor them,
Born the kings of whingers,
O come let us abhor them (x 3)
Man-U

True God oh Fergie, light from nose so crimson,
Lo, he shuns not his own players' faults
Sons of the Gaffer, 'everyone's against us'
O Come let us abhor them etc.

Sing, choirs of England, sing in accusation
O sing all ye true fans of the beaut-i-ful game
Pray David Beckham scores freekicks against them,
O come let us abhor them...
Davo, UK


Once In Our Dear Liverpool City

Once In Our Dear Liverpool City
Came a man to Anfield's call
There he built a team of champions
All in red they conquered all
With Big Ron Yeats to lead the side
Bill Shankly our faith and pride

He came down from Glenbuck Scotland
With a dream and a legacy to forge
Lo his home will e're be Anfield
And his kin the kopites all
Liverpool his chosen side
Bill Shankly's joy and pride

And our eyes at last will see him
Where he waits in his red scarf
Guiding reds to life eternal
Playing there on Heaven's Park
And yea he leads the kopites home
To the place none walk alone
To the place none walk alone.

Sharon Marshall, uk


From The Wizard by Black Sabbath

Misty evening, clouds in the sky
Without warning, the Wilko walks by
Casting his shadow, weaving his spell
Hands in a ruck, ref blows whistle
Never talking
Just keeps walking
Spreading his magic
Evil power disappears
Demons worry when the Wilko is near
He turns tears into joy
Everyone's happy when the Wilko walks by
Never talking
Just keeps walking
Spreading his magic
Sun is shining, clouds have gone by
All the people give a happy sigh
He has passed by, giving his sign
Left all the people feeling so fine
Never talking
Just keeps walking
Spreading his magic.
John Nunn, England


The Twelve Days Of Christmas (Liverpool) On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
12 Goals for Heskey
11 Mancs a sobbin'
10 Michael Owen
9 years of Paisley
8 teen League Titles
7 League Cups
6 FA Cups
KENNY DALGLISH
4 Euro cups
3 UEFA Cups
2 Super Cups
And Our Saviour Bill Shankly

(c) Sharon Marshall 22nd december 2003
Sharon Marshall, UK


The Eighteen League Titles (The Holly and The Ivy)

The Eighteen League Titles
The grand names we've known
Of all the greats at Anfield
King Kenny wears the crown.
O the raising of 3 cups
And the running of St. Michael
The playing of our Redmen
The Sweet singing of the Kop

Shankly built us great sides
From the day he came here
The Liverpool redeemer
Our dear Saviour
O the raising of 3 cups
And the running of St. Michael
The playing of our Redmen
The Sweet singing of the Kop

Bob Paisley was a redman
As red as any blood
And he made us Kings of Europe
Just like he said he would
O the raising of 3 cups
And the running of St. Michael
The playing of our Redmen
The Sweet singing of the Kop

Joe Fagan won his treble
Back in nineteen eighty four
And we partied all summer
Roma Roma what's the score?
O the raising of 3 cups
And the running of St. Michael
The playing of our Redmen
The Sweet singing of the Kop

The Eighteen League Titles
The grand names we've known
Of all the greats at Anfield
King Kenny wears the crown.
O the raising of the cups
And the running of St. Michael
The playing of our Redmen
The Sweet singing of the Kop

(c) sharon marshall 22nd december 2003
Sharon Marshall, UK


Once in Royal Jonny's City
Stood a lineout
Where Jonny kicks a conversion
To win us the World Cup
Jonny was that hero then
He still is now.
Jason Rowson, England


We All Stand Together (The Frog Chorus Song) Liverpool Fc

Bom Bom Bom tra la la
Bom Bom Bom tra la la

Premier League
Sink or swim,
One thing is certain we play to win
Side by side The Kopites sing
"We all stand together"

Bom Bom Bom tra la la
Bom Bom Bom tra la la

Play the game,
Keep it tight
All 3 points ours on a Saturday night
Side by Side The Kopites sing
"We all stand together"

ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
La... Another great Anfield Night
La la la la... Shanks Bob And Joe now side by side

Repeat

Premier League
Sink or swim,
One thing is certain we play to win
Side by side The Kopites sing
"We all stand together"
"We all, stand, to-ge-ther..."

Bom Bom Bom tra la la
Bom Bom Bom tra la la

To bring it more "alive" imagine the Kop with "Jim Royle" standing up and down and singing in harmony!!
Sharon Marshall, uk


Ding Dong Merrily On High

Ding dong merrily on high,
The redmen brightly playing
Ding dong! verily on Sky
You'll hear the Kopites singing:
"Houllier, we've won more cups than Chelsea!"
Sharon Marshall, uk

Sung to We Wish You a Merry Christmas

We wish you a bad Euro 2004(x3)
And a worse World Cup

Bad tidings the dutch brought
The score was six-nought

We wish you a bad Euro 2004
And a worse World Cup

We need some Euro action (x3)
Or a half decent win

Bad tidings the dutch brought
The score was six-nought

We wish you a bad euro 2004
And a worse World Cup

We won't stop until we get some (x3)
Or we'll end up like Dundee
David Dochertty, Scotland


Hark the Englsih like to sing,
Listen to the Wallabies whinge,
Peace on Earth with Wilko mild,
Final drop goal sends the nation wild,
Listen to the HQ roar,
Eddie Jones claimed we're a bore
Eat your words, the best have won,
The trophy lies in Twickenham.

Cheer the nation, our boys in white,
Aussie rugby cowers with fright,
With the trophy in Jonnos hands,
Shining bright, it won't leave this land,
In the pocket, clock counts down,
Gregan flapping like a clown,
Swing the right peg, over it goes,
Gold and Green slumped with woes.

Take a trip around the town,
World Champions England crowned,
England reign 4 years on high,
Aussies eating humble pie,
Joyous be the nation call,
Give young Jonny the ball,
4 more years till the retest,
Until then, we are the best.
4 more years till the retest,
Until then, we are the best.
Amos LeCont, England


Jingle Bells (Gilbert Balls)

Running through the pack
Sending Gregan the wrong way
Jonny's at the back
Dawsons on his way

Ball out to the Guv
who runs with it some more
Onto to Wilko's golden boot
and that's the final score

Chorus..

Gilbert Ball, Gilbert Ball
Flying through the rain
Oh what fun it is to see England win again
Gilbert Ball, Gilbert Ball
Flying through the rain
Laugh at Johnny Howard, then laugh some more again!
Steve Higginson, Australia


Away in a manager:-

Away in Australia
A long way from home
The Aussies didn't like us
and constantly moaned

We had our own game plan
And took them head on
Johnson was majestic
Whilst Wilko was ace

Ben Kay might have fumbled,
Tuqiri should have scored,
Could have gone either way
Until that drop goal

We went mad here in Sydney
They went mad back home
The parade looked so fabulous
And we're now world champs.
Alex Banks, English ex pat in Oz


Once a jolly Australian sat beside the Telstra,
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he sat and waited by the Telstra
You'll come a waltzing Webb-Ellis with me

Waltzing Webb-Ellis, waltzing Webb-Ellis
You're all Aussies and you play rugby crap
And he sang as he sat and waited by the Telstra
Eating, an English bacon Bap.

Down came an Englishman to drink beside the Telstra
Up jumped the Australian and seized him with power
And he sang as he tucked the Englishman under his arm
You'll come a waltzing Webb-Ellis with me

Waltzing Webb-Ellis, waltzing Webb-Ellis
You're all Aussies and you play rugby crap
And he sang as he sat and waited by the Telstra
Eating, an English bacon Bap.

Down came the referee, riding on his thoroughbred,
Down came the linesmen, one, two, three.
"Where's the jolly Englishman you've got under your arm?
You'll come a waltzing Webb-Ellis with me

Waltzing Webb-Ellis, waltzing Webb-Ellis
You're all Aussies and you play rugby crap
And he sang as he sat and waited by the Telstra
Eating, an English bacon Bap.

Up jumped the Australian and plunged into the Telstra,
"You'll never catch me alive," cried Tuqiri
And his ghost may be heard as you tackle an Australian,
You'll come a Waltzing Webb-Ellis with me.
Ben Somers, England


Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to see Liverpool win away, hey!!
Michael Williams, England


So Here He is, David Beckham!

Are you lining up defenders in your wall?
Do you think that you can stop our goldenballs?
Coz he'll kick it with his right foot
He doesn't need a left
You'll be pickin' goals all night out of your net

CHORUS:
So here he is, David Beckham
He don't use an oval ball
He's a King David Beckham
Just ask Queen Victoria

If he breaks his toe the nation will all sigh
And then they'll ask "the left foot or the right?"
He's mates now with Ronaldo
And he drives a new Zidane
He wears his long blonde hair in an alice band

CHORUS:
So here he is, David Beckham
He don't use an oval ball
He's a King David Beckham
Just ask Queen Victoria

What will auld Fergie do with the flying boot?
Oh dear, oh dear...

Now he's scorin' goals in Spain for Real Madrid
And he thinks he's gonna be the new El Sid (sic)
He was there at the palace coz he's got an OBE
Victoria said "Babe wot does that make me?"

CHORUS:
So here he is, David Beckham
He don't use an oval ball
He's a King David Beckham
Just ask Queen Victoria!
Sharon Marshall, UK


We wish u a Jonny Christmas, All the Aussies are really Ditchin', We wish u a Jonny Christmas, And another world cup win!
Chaz, England





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