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 One cold and bitter Thursday  Munich, Germany,
 Eight  football stalwarts conceded victory,
 Eight men who will  play again who met destruction there,
 The  of English football, the flowers of Manchester
 
 Matt Busby's boys were flying, returning from 
 This great  family, all masters of their trade,
 The Pilot of the aircraft, the skipper  Thain,
 Three times they tried to  off and twice turned back again.
 
  third time down the runaway disaster followed close,
 There was  slush upon that runaway and the aircraft never rose,
 It ploughed into  marshy ground, it broke, it overturned.
 And eight of the team were killed as the blazing wreckage 
 
 Roger  and Tommy Taylor who were capped for England's side.
 And  Billy Whelan and England's Geoff Bent died,
 Mark Jones and Eddie Colman, and David  also,
 They all  their lives as it ploughed on through the snow.
 
 Big Duncan he went to, with an  to his frame,
 And Ireland's brave Jack Blanchflower will  play again,
 The great  Matt Busby lay there, the father of his team
 Three long months  by before he walked again.
 
 The trainer, coach and secretary, and a member of  crew,
 Also eight sporting  who with United flew,
 and  of them Big Swifty, who we'll never forget,
 the finest  'keeper that ever graced the net.
 
 Oh, England's finest football team its record  great,
 its proud  mocked by a cruel turn of fate.
 Eight men will never play again,  met destruction there,
 the flowers of English football, the  of Manchester.