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I have song a to sing, O!’
‘Sing me your song, O!’
‘It’s a song of a dump
On a city’s rump,
Where the natives do no wrong, O!’
Or so it seems. The colour writers in the nationals, taking up positions on the western terrace at Headingley like reporters in some war-torn city, have set garlands upon the brows of the chaps and chapesses who have, we are encouraged to believe, turned a field in Leeds into a house of fun.
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