This Is Anfield

The first league game in 1893
Proud men “The Macs” for all to see
The Celtic mine would provide much gold
From Billy Liddellpool to the Immortal Shankly Soul
This patch of land would one day bring
The greatest of all redmen’s deeds
Truth and Wisdom, Glory too
Because of a row with the club in blue.

Hansen, Souness, Dalglish and St John
The list of names goes on and on
From Shankly’s hands the stone was carved
The passion from his noble heart
The wineskins changed but not the wine
The blood as red grew rich with time
18 league titles, 5 European Cups
Across the years our lads won for us.

Redmen dream as Redmen do
So add 3 UEFA Cups and 6 FA Cups too
The flags and banners all down the years
They flew with pride and dried our tears
Sadness wept Hillsborough 1989
Friends and loved ones taken in their prime
15TH April 96 names
And Justice hides her face with shame.

The famous Kop in 1994
Was sadly pulled down to the floor
All-seater stadia now deemed wise
But it came too late for those who lost their lives
The glory days how well they call
Friends all gather, Kopites all
The battle cry, the trumpets sound
Familiar faces all around.

Our precious harvest carefully sewn
Beloved reds and some home grown
From Lawler and Cally to Aldo and Gerrard
Kings whose thrones are in our hearts
Bill, Bob and Joe still close beside
The pride and soul of Merseyside
From heaven’s bench they watch each game
On Anfield’s turf their hearts remain.

The loved red shirt so proudly worn
Great days and nights has carried forth
The Liverbird upon each chest
No prouder place for her to rest
The songs sing out, the goals they flow
The Angels cheer for well they know
The Reds of faith none walk alone
They’re guided home by Shankly’s Ghost.

By Parry Maguire