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  cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany,
 Eight great football stalwarts  victory,
  men who will never play again who met destruction there,
 The flowers of  football, the flowers of Manchester
 
 Matt Busby's  were flying, returning from Belgrade,
 This great United family, all masters of their 
 The Pilot of the aircraft, the  Captain Thain,
 Three times they tried to take  and twice turned back again.
 
 The third time down the runaway  followed close,
 There was a slush upon that  and the aircraft never rose,
 It ploughed into the marshy  it broke, it overturned.
  eight of the team were killed as the blazing wreckage burned.
 
 Roger Byrne and Tommy  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  lost their lives as it ploughed on through the snow.
 
 Big Duncan he went to, with an injury  his frame,
 And Ireland's brave Jack  will never play again,
 The great  Matt Busby lay there, the father of his team
 Three long months passed by  he walked again.
 
 The trainer, coach and secretary, and a  of the crew,
 Also eight sporting journalists who with  flew,
 and one  them Big Swifty, who we'll never forget,
 the finest English 'keeper  ever graced the net.
 
 Oh, England's finest football team its record truly 
 its proud successes mocked by a cruel turn  fate.
 Eight men will  play again, who met destruction there,
 the flowers of English football, the flowers  Manchester.