Here we go again then
Once more unto the breach
A final game of the season
The playoffs are in reach
Like children on Christmas Eve
We board our coaches and our trains
All hoping for pleasure
All expecting pain
And yet nothing could’ve prepared us
For the season that we’ve had
Had you said we’d be in this position after September
Everyone would’ve thought you were mad
No one could have seen what was coming
Or how it would manifest
If goals went in off Kelman’s boots
Or in off Keeley’s head
By November we thought it was over
By December we were staying up
In January the team went from strength to strength
And February was like we won the Cup
March, well let’s not dwell too long
April we came back from the dead
And May is now here and we wonder
How this season will be put to bed
And after cup runs and winning streaks
It all comes down to this
A Bank holiday in Huddersfield
One really not to be missed
So thank for this season, Orient
And to whoever stays or goes
Only time for one final cry of
COME ON YOU O’S!
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