Zwaluwen 1930 Hoorn

In Hoorn, a town so fair, A football club took to the air, Zwaluwen, their name so grand, Founded in nineteen-thirty's land. With passion and with skill, They played upon the field, uphill, In the Eerste Klasse, they compete, Their opponents they will surely beat. From two thousand seven to twenty-twelve, In the Hoofdklasse, they did delve, With one continuous run so strong, Their spirit soared, their love so long. In Fall of twenty-eleven's days, They faced a challenge in many ways, Against GVVV, they fought with might, But alas, they lost, 'twas quite a sight. But Zwaluwen, they will not despair, For in their hearts, they'll always care, With every match, they'll rise above, And spread their wings, with football love. Random page: LN107