The South
by Dave Conyers
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From the Mason Dixon to the Florida Quays,
across the gulf to New Orleans,
onboard a paddle steamer and the mighty Mississippi straights, 
steaming north to Little Rock, and further on, Memphis awaits.

We are one, we are many. We are the South, no one’s enemy

With our boundaries outlined and our goals defined,
The South is the only with territory in mind.
Life-long friends made, new cultures, and trade,
We tackle a new era never afraid.

We are one, we are many. We are the South, no one’s enemy

Tennessee moonshine and Georgia peaches,
The beauty of the Carolinas and the Florida beaches,
Alabama cotton fields and Mississippi mudcats,
Louisiana jazz and Arkansas river rats.

We are one, we are many. We are the South, no one’s enemy

A new life and it’s Mexico, up by 30, way to go,
 The dust of Kingston and a closer affair, a win, yet not to despair,
Next stop Bahamas, and victory, in the fresh Nassau air,
This time at home and the round of three, its Caymans and a win, close as can be.

We are one, we are many. We are the South, no one’s enemy

The north title at stake and Bermuda await,
A mellae and cards has the coaches in a state,
We took our chances, the island did not,
A title for us, and yes an IRB Caribbean, title slot.

We are one, we are many. We are the South, no one’s enemy

Six months on, and ten thousand grinding miles,
Sacrifice, self-belief, and plenty of those southern smiles,
Harmony, grit and goal line stands, remember, what is at stake,
Control and poise are an absolute vital,
If we are to win, our maiden N.A.C.R.A title.

We are one, we are many. We are the South, no one’s enemy