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A year or two ago, "Zip," your team was always beat
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Or rarely when they won, it was indeed a treat
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Athletics versus Any-club, the rule was sure as fate
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Athletics - "duck eggs" every time, and Any-club - three straight
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Niagara, Paris, Brantford, "Zip," it was a burning shame
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They played around you, scooped you up, you seldom won a game
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Defeat did not beget despair, your hearts were stout and true
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At last, Hurrah - the tide has turned, cock-a-doodle-do!
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Cock-a-doodle-do! "Zip," Cock-a-doodle-do!
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Homeward you came with laurel crown'd, the bonfire lit the sky
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The "Saints" went wild with joy, "Zip," the goose hung very high
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Both bands had marched away to camp, the music in the street
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Was ringing cheers and joyous shouts, the tramp of many feet
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You've downed the clubs that beat you once, no longer need you roam
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You've swept the decks, redeemed yourselves,
& brought the trophy home
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Victors on many a hard-fought field, and now the champions too
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Pardon my feelings - Hip! Hip! Hip!!!
And cock-a-doodle-do!
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Cock-a-doodle-do! "Zip,"
Cock-a-doodle-do ! ! !