The lyric home of the New York Football Giants
To the edge and backCoach Coughlin weathers a stormCreates one Sunday-William Bressman
The unsung hero.One game. Immortality.Huzzah Jake Ballard!-Bradley S. Saft
A Little BrotherIs now a leading QBStill has a pure heart-William Bressman
Feagles sorely missedBehold Tynes rises to boot!You start at the 2.-Michael E. Friedland
Brady's up all night, cowering the night away, dreams of JPP.-Paul R. Bockwoldt
visions of helmetcatches running through his head,tommy boy can't sleep-Christopher D. Murphy
Patriot shouldersTo collapse under GiantWeight of The Win!-Erin E. McKinney
A fortnight ago?How close it feels since last timeWe made poor Tom cry.-G.D. Saft
Giants of New York!A most ripping victory.Son, stay off the drugs.-Bradley S. Saft
From Scottish HighlandsGolden foot and big brass onesLawrence delivers.
-Noah Z. Seton
Welcome home, dear friends,Our heroes primed for vic'tryAnd we sing proudly.-G.D. Saft
Hark! Three years time butGiants still as massive asthey've ever been.-G.D. Saft
A difficult dayhad by all, won't soon forgetwith defeat, rebirth.The next day oftenthe hardest. Historyof triumphs forgot.Standing on shouldersof Giants so long, forgetthey fall sometimes, too.Memories remainthrough cold and restoration.We'll get 'em next year.-G.D. Saft
Birds wings be clipped byThe Blue poets of new yorkA protected house.-Stephen C. Pothier