Recently I discovered an old poem about Liverpool in a newspaper from 1811. Imagine that is over 200 years ago. The poem is very interesting
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A Happy New Year poem
December 31, 1943 Happy New Year! Vict’ry bells a-pealing, people? Lights on over all the world? Yes, ‘twill happen, folk, if we pull – Pull
A cup final poem by a “Blue”
Thursday, April 2 – 1914 My recall of “Lady Loo” has brought the following from her ladyship, who, I regret to learn, has been ill:
A duologue of the years
January 1, 1914 You are old, Nineteen-Thirteen, the Young Year said, And it’s time you were snugly asleep, But your face is tear-damp and your
Poems on Players: Jack Parkinson, Liverpool F.C.
January 10, 1910 Many forwards I admire – There’s the winger who’s a flier. An antelope for speed, I like him much; But the artist,
A Christmas poem (Christmas 1909)
December 24, 1909 “One day in all the year, One day of joy and mirth, One day to mem’ry dear, One day of peace on
Go, seek my football boots, Mary
August 17, 1906 Go, seek my football boots, Mary, and if they can be found, Run with them to the cobbler, who will make them
A Notts County football poem
Saturday, March 29 – 1902 “Forward – not back.” (The “Magpies” motto.”), by “WAB.” (Nottingham Evening Post, 29-03-1902)
Men of the moment (A football poem)
August 27, 1900 Players, although not “pals,” A generous public, Proud Of You and your Services To Club and country, Lay their tribute At your
A secretary’s woes
December 30, 1899 Oh! The Football Sea, lives a life sublime When his team always win – what a glorious time! With shekels o’erflows the
Bootle’s dead poem
August 19, 1893 Hoist the Bootle flag half-mast, Bootle’s day is gone and past – Where were the friends of Bootle. Few ever thought it
A Happy Poem for King John Houlding
January 28, 1893 It was really like old times to see the Anfield home of the Liverpool Club crowded as it was on Saturday on
On the death of one of Bootle’s best friends
July 7, 1892 Mr. J.A. Geoghegan, Coal Merchant, after a short illness. Aged 42 years. “I feel quite sad, and know not how I feel,
A poem, by an old Evertonian
February 15, 1892 One of the old members of the Everton Football Club furnishes us with the following verses upon the present lamentable disputes: –
"Play Up, Liverpool" 
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