One cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany, Eight great football stalwarts conceded victory. Eight men will never play again, who met destruction there, The flowers of English football, the flowers of Manchester. Matt Busby's boys were flying, returning from Belgrade, This great United family all masters of their trade. The pilot of the aircraft, the skipper Captain Thain, Three times they tried to take off and twice turned back again. The third time down the runway disaster followed close, There was slush upon that runway and the aircraft never rose. It ploughed into the marshy ground, it broke, it overturned. And eight of that team were killed when the blazing wreckage burned. Roger Byrne and Tommy Taylor, who were capped for England's side, And Ireland's Billy Whelan and England's Geoff Bent died. Mark Jones and Eddie Coleman and David Pegg also, They all lost their lives as it ploughed on through the snow. Big Duncan he went too, with an injury to his brain, And Ireland's brave Jack Blanchflower will never play again. The great Matt Busby lay there, the father of this team, Three long months passed by before he saw his team again. The trainer, coach and secretary and a member of the crew, Eight great sporting journalists who with United flew, And one of them was Big Swifty who we will ne'er forget, The finest English 'keeper that ever graced a net. Oh England's finest football team it's record truly great, It's proud successes mocked by a cruel turn of fate. Eight men will never play again who met destruction there, The flowers of English football, the flowers of Manchester. R.I.P
R.I.P. Flowers of Manchester. Another Manchester derby in very close proximity to the anniversary, let us hope we fare much better on this occasion and pay real tribute to the lives of those Eight young men and everyone else who lost their lives.
A tragedy that has left only memories of deepest sadness and one that made rivals unite in grief and respect .... and united we shall all stay in making sure they, the flowers of Manchester, are never forgotten. R.I.P
Forever and Ever, We'll follow the boys, Of Man United, The Busby Babes, For we made a promise, To defend our faith, In Man United, The Busby Babes. We've all sworn allegiance, To fight till we die, To stand by United, And the Red flag we fly, There'll be no surrender, We'll fight to the last, To defeat all before us, As we did in the past. For we're Stretford Enders, With United we grew, To the famous Red Devils, We're loyal and true, To part-time supporters, We'll never descend, We'll never forsake you, We'll be here to the end. For we all remember, That '58 day, And the plane that once stood on, That Munich runway, As it tried to take off, For the third fatal time, The immortal young babes were, Cut down in their prime. In the cold snow of Munich, They laid down their lives, But they live on forever, In our hearts and our minds, Their names are now legend, For the whole world to see. Why this club's a religion, Spelt M.U.F.C. So bow down before them, And lift up your eyes, For Old Trafford's glory, Will always survive. Forever Young and Never Forgotten Rest In Peace
