| Welcome to Dover
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| This fair and gentle place
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| We’re the free-thinking, hard-drinking
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| Sun-breathing saviours of our race
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| You know we’ll never change
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| Welcome to Dover
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| Gateway to the world
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| We don’t care if you’re poor
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| Just don’t move in next door
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| With your forty boys and girls
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| If they don’t take your life
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| They’ll steal your wife away
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| They were born to rob
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| They’ll steal your job away
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| How dare you come to Dover?
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| Not a Northern grubby town
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| Where you seem to fit it
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| 'coz the dirt suits your skin
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| And up there, you melt into the crowd
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| If they don’t take your life
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| They’ll steal your wife away
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| They were born to rob
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| They’ll steal your job away
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| We were born in England
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| Home of the free
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| Last bastion of stupidity
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| If they don’t take your life
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| They’ll steal your wife away
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| They were born to rob
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| They’ll steal your job away
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| You were born to roam
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| We’ve got a home always
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| Go back to where you’re from
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| You don’t belong |