Bournemouthâ?¦ the sun has risen. She whistles as the people go to work. Her golden carpet, laid out to welcome autumn, Crispy and beautiful, not a spot of dirt. Bournemouthâ?¦ the chant of her fans, A melody from downtown to the stadium-- Where she fights her formidable challengers... Football, never dies, here... A candle, always burning on nights and days... Bournemouth, she lives, forever to reign...