Aberdeen F.C.,
Celtic F.C.,
Dundee United F.C.,
Rangers F.C.,
Heart of Midlothian F.C.,
Kilmarnock F.C.,
Motherwell F.C.,
Partick Thistle F.C..
When Ever Im In Times Of Trouble,
Mother Mary Comes To Me
Singing Glasgow Celtic 1, Caley 3.
Celtic 1, Caley 3
Celtic 1, Caley 3
Glasgow Celtic 1, Caley 3
We Are Rangers
Super Rangers
No One likes Us
We Dont Care
We hate Celtic
Fenian Bastards
and Well Chase Them Anywhere
Michael Mols, Michael Mols, Michael, Michael Mols.
He Gets The Ball, He Scores A Goal
Michael, Michael Mols
It is old but it is beautiful, it's colours they are fine
It was worn at Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and the Boyne
My father wore it as a youth in bygone days of yore
And it's on the Twelfth I love to wear the sash my father wore.
In dungeons' deep I know what fate awaits me
Tied hand and foot the foe has bound me fast
And in my pain I pray my God above me
Will grant this wish I know will be my last
Don't bury me in Ireland's Fenian valley
Take me home, in Ulster let me rest
And on my gravestone carve this simple message:
"Here lies a soldier of the UVF".
(chorus):
Here lies a soldier, an Ulster soldier,
Who fought and died for all he loved the best,
Here lies a soldier, an Ulster soldier,
Here lies a soldier of the UVF.
Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves
Britons never never never shall be slaves.
All The Bluebells Are Blue,
All The Bluebells Are Blue,
All The Bluebells Are Blue,
All The Bluebells Are Blue.
Though The Streets Be Broad Or Narrow
Then Follow We Will, Follow We Will, Follow We Will
Though The Streets Be Broad Or Narrow
Then Follow We Will, We Will Follow In The Footsteps Of Our Team
...
Follow Follow We Will Follow Rangers
Everywhere, Anywhere We Will Follow On
Dundee, Hamilton, even up to Aberdeen
Should They Go To Dublin We Will Follow On
...
For There's Not A Team Like The Glasgow Rangers
No Not One, And There Never Shall Be One
Celtic Know All About Their Troubles
We Will Fight Till The Day Is Done
For There's Not A Team Like The Glasgow Rangers
No Not One, And There Never Shall Be One
...
Follow Follow We Will Follow Rangers
Everywhere, Anywhere We Will Follow On
Dundee, Hamilton, even up to Aberdeen
Should They Go To Dublin We Will Follow On
Every Other Is My Half Day Off, And It's Off To The Match I Go
Happily We Wander Down The Copland Road Me And My Wee Pal Joe
We Love to See The Lassies With The Blue Scarfs On
We Love To Hear The Boys All Roar
But I Don't Have To Tell That The Best Of All
We Love to See The Rangers Score
...
Me Oh Me Oh Me Oh My - Oh How We Love To See Them Cry
We Love to See The Lassies With The Blue Scarfs On
We Love To Hear The Boys All Roar
But I Don't Have To Tell You That The Best Of All
We Love to See The Rangers Score
...
We've won the Scottish League Almost Everytime
The League Cup's as simple too
We Give Some Exhibitions In The Scottish Cup
We Are The Cup Winners True
And When The Rangers Win The European Cup As We've Done With The One Before
We'll Gather Round At Ibrox 50,000 Strong To Give The Boys An Ibrox Roar.
...
Me Oh Me Oh Me Oh My - Oh How We Love To See Them Cry
We Love to See The Lassies With The Blue Scarfs On
We Love To Hear The Boys All Roar
But I Don't Have To Tell You That The Best Of All
We Love to See The Rangers Score
Hello Hello, How Do You Do
We Are The Boys In Royal Blue
Where E'er We Go, We Fear No Foe
We'll Keep The Blue Flag Flying High
...
Oh Flying High Up In The Sky
We'll Keep The Blue Flag Flying High
Where E'er We Go, We Fear No Foe
We'll Keep The Blue Flag Flying High
...
An Englishman Landed In Edmiston Drive
And Watched Willie Waddell With Critical Eye
"How Can I Buy Him?" He Asked Mr Struth
And Bill He Replied, "I'll Tell You The Truth."
...
How Can You Buy All The Cups That We've Won
And How Can You Buy Mrs Thorton's Son
How Can You Buy Our Big Geordie Young?
And How Can You Buy Willie Waddell?
Nature Bestowed All Her pngts With A Smile
The Right Foot, The Left Foot, The 'Noddle'
When You Can Buy All These Wonderful Things
Then You Can Buy Willie Waddell
...
"I'll Give Thirty Thousand," The Englishman Said
"And Also A Star," Mr Struth Shook His Head
"You Can Give Thirty Thousand, Stars, Moon And Sun
But You Still Can't Have Waddell, There's Only One."
See them march on,
Marching on through the years so deadly,
Heads held on high,
For the jersey they would do or die,
Fight fight, for right,
Play the game, wear the band of glory,
Win, lose or draw thats the Glasgow Rangers story.
...
See them march on,
Banners high as they fly before you,
Loyal and true,
On their way to cheer the boys in blue.
Follow they will
Marching on to the songs of glory,
Win, Lose, or draw thats the Glasgow Rangers story.
Now many years ago ma boys I left old Glasgow town,
I traveled over to yankie land and here I've settled down,
Although I miss the Bridgeton Cross and friends so near and dear,
O'h what I'd give If I could have the Rangers over here.
You can Bum of California with your sunshine all the year,
You can Bum about your Broadway lights so clear,
For it would fill my heart with gladness,
It would fill my heart with cheer,
If we only had the Rangers over here.
We're the finest team in all the land, am sure that you'll agree
To see them win is something grand It's part of history,
There the boys that fear no noise ma lad's I mean that quite sincere,
O'h what I'd give If I could have the Rangers over hear.
You can Bum of California with your sunshine all the year,
You can Bum about your Broadway lights so clear,
For it would fill my heart with gladness it would fill my heart with cheer.
There's only one Jorge Cadete
He's got hair like spaghetti
He's Portugese and he's one of these
Walking in a Laudrup wonderland.
Cheer up Johnny Barnes
Oh what can it mean
To a sad Fenian Bastard
And a SHITE football team
For ever and ever, we'll Follow the Gers
The Glasgow Rangers, the Teddy Bears
For we will be mastered, by whom by no Fenian Bastards
We'll keep the Blue Flag flying high.
Sooo, Bring on the Hibs the Hearts the Celtic
Bring on the Spaniards by the score
Barcelona, Real Madrid
Who the hell are you trying to kid
For we're out to show the World what we can do
I have often heard that Real Madrid is the greatest football team,
I have even heard that Anderlecht, is the best you have ever seen,
There's Manchester United, and there's Tottenham Hotspur too,
There is Everton, Burnley, Blackburn, just to name a famous few,
...
But who's that team we call the Rangers, Who's that team we all adore,
The're the boys in Royal Blue and they are Scotland's gallant Few,
And we are out to show the world what we can do.
...
So bring on the Hibs, the Hearts and Celtic,
Bring on Spaniards by the score,
And we will hope that every game, we will imortalise the name,
Of the Boys that wear the famous Royal blue!!!
We are Rangers
Super Rangers
Noone likes us
We don't care
We hate Celtic, Fenian bastards
And we'll chase them everywhere
As I was walking doon the Copland Road,
I met a crowd o' strangers,
Said they tae me where can we see,
The famous Glasgow Rangers.
So I took them o'er tae Ibrox Park,
Tae see the flags unfurl,
After that display,
They had tae say we're the champions of the world.
Some people write their songs about the land that they adore,
And some of how they've fought and won their country's greatest war,
Some others still seem quite content to use their mother theme,
But I've turned out a song about my favourite fitba team.
As I was walking doon the Copland Road,
I met a crowd o' strangers,
Said they tae me where can we see,
The famous Glasgow Rangers.
So I took them o'er tae Ibrox Park,
Tae see the flags unfurl,
After that display,
they had tae say we're the champions of the world.
For there's no a team in this whole wide world,
From the Real Madrid tae the Hotspurs,
Could ever be,
As dear tae me,
As the famous Glasgow Rangers.
Hullo! Hullo!
We are the Billy Boys!
Hullo! Hullo!
You'll know us by our noise!
We're up to our knees in Fenian blood,
Surrender or you'll die!
For we are the Bridgeton Billy Boys.
If ye cannae dae the bouncy you're a Tim!
If ye cannae dae the bouncy you're a Tim!
If ye cannae dae the bouncy, cannae dae the bouncy,
Cannae dae the bouncy you're a Tim!
Ooh!!!
BOUNCY, BOUNCY, BOUNCY, BOUNCY,
Na Na Na La Na Na!
BOUNCY, BOUNCY, BOUNCY, BOUNCY,
Na Na Na La Na Na!
Can you hear the Celtic sing?
No-oh, No-oh!
Can you hear the Celtic sing?
No-oh, No-oh!
Can you hear the Celtic sing?
Cannae hear a fuckin' thing!
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,oh-oh!
Oh, this is so fuckin' easy!
So fuckin' easy!
Oh, this is so fuckin' easy!
You're so shite its unbelievable!
You're so shite its unbelievable!
Whats it like to follow Shite?
Whats it like to follow SHITE?
Sheepshagging bastards!
You're only sheepshagging bastards!
Sheepshagging bastards!
You're only sheepshagging bastards!
(against Aberdeen)
Stand up if you hate Celtic
Stand up if you hate Celtic
Stand up if you hate Celtic
Stand up if you hate Celtic
Sit down if you've won fuck all
Sit down if you've won fuck all
Sit down if you've won fuck all
Sit down if you've won fuck all
We've got Davie, Davie, Davie, Davie Cooper
On the wing, on the wing
We've got Davie, Davie, Davie, Davie Cooper
On the wing, on the wing
...
Davie, oh, Davie Cooper!
Oh, Davie Cooper on the wi-ing!
Davie, oh, Davie Cooper!
Oh Davie Cooper on the wing?
My old man said be a Celtic fan
I said Fuck Off, Father you're a Wank!
For, we'll take the Hibs and their casuals with them
We'll take the Jungle and the shite thats in it!
With hatchets and hammers
Stanley knives and spanners!
We'll show those Fenian Bastards how to fight
Cos you'll never, never, never take the Glasgow Rangers
Or the Bridgeton Billy Boys!
I've sailed the wide Atlantic
Crossed the deep Pacific shores
I've sailed around the Stormy Capes
And heard the Forties Roar
I've plied the Indian Ocean
Crossed the deep blue China sea
But there's a sea back home in Scotland
That means more than all the rest to me
...
Its the blue, blue, blue sea of Ibrox
Its the greatest sight that I have ever seen
Its the blue, blue, blue sea of Ibrox
And it happens when the Orange beat the Green!
...
No more I'll sail the seven seas,
No more I'll ever roam
No more I'll feel the urge again,
I'm back where I belong
At 3 o'clock each Saturday
I'll join the mighty throng
With flags and banners all around
You'll hear me sing this song
...
Its the blue, blue, blue sea of Ibrox
Its the greatest sight that I have ever seen
Its the blue, blue, blue sea of Inrox
And it happens when the Orange beat the Green!
We are the Glasgow Rangers
We don't need your Davie Hay
Fuck the Pope and the IRA
We've got John Greig, Colin Stein
And Her Majesty, The Queen!
...
Well, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na,
na-na-na-na-na-na-na,na,
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na,
We are the Glasgow RANGERS!
Pierre! There's only one Pierre!
He takes it up the rear!
Cos he's a fuckin' queer!
...
Quierre, There's only one Quierre!
He takes it up the rear!
Thank fuck he's no' a 'Ger!
Frank McGarvey's wife's a whore!
Frank McGarvey's wife's a whore!
There's only one Mark Viduka,
His burd's a fuckin' hooker!
For a couple of bob,
She'll suck yer nob!
Walking in a looney wonderland.
There's only one Henrik Larsson
He's got a face like a Martian!
With a bag of sweets and a cheeky smile
Larsson is a fuckin' paedophile!
We Are the People!
We are the people!
(clap, clap, clap, clap, clap!)
We are the people!
(clap, clap, clap, clap, clap!)
Championis! Championis!
ole, ole, ole!
Championis, championis!
Ole, ole, ole!
Could you go a chicken supper bobby sands
Could you go a chicken supper bobby sands
Could you go a chicken supper ya dirty fenian fucker
Could you go a chicken supper bobby sands
I am a loyal Ulster man they say this day that I was hanged
I fought the IRA and they say that I must pay
They say this day that I was hanged
...
So build my gallows build the high
That I might see before I die
The antrim glens and the hills of county down
And see again the lights of home
When I Was Young,
And Had No Sense,
I Bought A Flute,
For 50 pence,
The Only Tune,
That I Could Play,
Was Fuck The Pope And The I.R.A
Tell all the tims ye know, Inverness is as far as you'll go
You wont need yer shades, yer buckets or spades
But you might need a sleigh for the snow
Theres a wee spot in europe, its a place of great fame
It lies to the north land, Ulsters its name
It has only 6 countys, but oh what renound
And its emblem is the red hand, topped by the queens crown
...
Well the germans came over, in the year 41
And they tried to destroy us, by bomb and by gun ( NEVER EVER )
Well our history would tell them, of others who tried
How the braves young sons of Ulster, how they fought and they died
...
Now a fenian you speak to, in his own rebel tongue
He will speak of our friend ship, why cant we be one ( NEVER EVER )
Just you point to the red hand, topped by the queens crown
Say we're side by side with scotland, and we wont let them down
We're comin', We're comin', We're comin' down the road
We're the volunteers of the UVF and we're comin' down the road
3 cheers for the red white and blue
3 cheers for the red white and blue
For the army and the navy and the UVF
3 cheers for the red white and blue
Hi diddly dee, we are the ycv
We're off to fight the provo scum
Hand grenade and a tommy gun
Hi diddly dee, we are the ycv
We hate roman catholics, we hate nuns too
we hate bishops and priests (THE'RE BEASTs)
but the Rangers we love you
If you want to go to heaven when you die
you must wear a rangers scarf and rangers tie
you must wear a Rangers Bonnit
With FUCK THE POPE upon it
If you want to go to heaven when you die
Who shagged all the boys, who shagged all the boys
Celtic boys club Celtic boys club
You shag all the boys
Neil Lennon's illegitimate
He aint got no birth certificate
He's got aids and cant get rid of it
He got shagged in confession
The pope he is a Nazi
He was in Hitlers youth
And he likes to bless the wee young boys
cos he's a fuckin poof
You're only whores poofs and junkies
Whores poofs and junkies
Oh father why are you so sad, this first of july morn
When Ulsters men are proud and glad, of the land where they were born
Oh son i see in memory, things that used to be
When being just a lad like you, i joined the YCV
...
Thro' the hills and glens, a call for arms, was heard by one and all
and from the glen came brave young men, to answer Ulsters call
t'was long ago we faced the foe, the YCV and me
and by my side they fought and they died
that Ulster might be free
...
So now my son i've told you why, this julys morn i sigh
for i recall my comrades all, of dark old days gone by
I recall the men that fought in the glen, with rifle and grenade
May heaven keep the men that sleep in the YCV Brigade
Let me tell you of a story fo fame and gallantry
What the name of Brian Robinson it means to you and me
It's a name that stand for courage and it stands for liberty
On the 2nd day of September come and drink this toast with me
...
So now here's to Brian Robinson a brave and loyal man
And to every Ulster Volunteer who has fought for the Red Hand
They have made the greatest sacrifice and we have seen the best
So lift your glass to Brian and to the men of the UVF
...
And to the men behind the wire for they have stood the test
Let's not forget their sacrifice for they are Ulster's best
Let us fight now for their liberty and freedom from Long Kesh
With the cry 'For God and Ulster' free the men of the UVF
Billy Gray Billy Gray will you not come to me
Bright light has turned to darkness in this trench I cannot see
And my sight has just been shattered by the shell that blinded me
Fighting with the Armagh Brigade
...
For I remember when all my associates in arms
We gathered from towns all our villages and farms
In answer to the echo of Carsons loud alarm
We forme up the Armagh Brigade
...
We took those smuggled rifles from off the Clyde Valley
To fight the right for England or whatever enemy
Who would bring us into bondage or deny our liberty
We marched with the Armagh Brigade
...
I've always been so puzzeled and I cannot understand
Why we're fighting here in France and not in Ulsters land
And knowing Englands promises are as firm as drifting sand
I dont believe a word they say
...
Now when we charged that morning with a great and mighty yell
Right through the German trenches how far I cannot tell
I prepared myself for heaven but I marched right into hell
Along with the Armagh Brigade
...
I hear the booming thunder and the stutter of the guns
I hear the angry screaming of Ulsters fallen sons
In this bloody slaughterhouse of the Battle of the Somme
Im dyin' with the Armagh Brigade
...
For Ulster is my heritage and Ulster is my cause
I laugh at her futility her glory is a fraud
But im bleeding heavily and I must go to God
Im leavin' the Armagh Brigade
...
Billy Gray, Billy Gray will you not come to me
I'm far away from my home my wife and family
Will you come and speak some comfort and be a friend to me
If your not dead yet Billy Gray
When I was eighteen years of age
In Carson's army I engaged
To fight for Ulster against home rule
A mauser rifle was my tool
On Covenant day my first parade
When over half a million promised aid
We go to fight the enemy now
So we landed fifty thousand guns at Larne
We go to fight the enemy now
So we landed fifty thousand guns at Larne
...
That April night I'll never forget
Dispersing guns to face the threat
Throught the length of our beloved land
The die was cast, we made our stand
But another foe was before us now
Home rule was dead beneath the plough
When across to France our divisions sailed
Britain called we would not fail
When across to France our divisions sailed
Britain called we would not fail
...
We were Gunrunners, Gunrunners
...
So the storys told and its understood
Of a charge that morning, Thiepval Wood
When Ulsters flower their lives did give
So that we at home could in freedom live
Well alas I fell on the Sommes great shore
But not alone there were thousands more
From every street, town and dale
A father, son or brother fell
From every street, town or dale
A father, son or brother fell
...
They were Gunrunners, Gunrunners. Yes Gunrunners
Just across the Irish Sea
Stirs a heart of Loyalty
Raised in Honour and in dignity
Drives a will to keep us British free
Not alone are we on this journey
For in a land just across the sea
Is a hand that reaches out in friendship
And a bond thats lasted centuries
...
And it's hands across the water
Reaching out for you and me
For Queen, For Ulster and For Scotland
Helps to keep our Loyal people free
Let the cry be No Surrender
Let no-one doubt this Loyalty
Reaching out to the Brave Red Hand of Ulster
Is the hand across the sea
'Twas a cold and grey November morn, as I left Belfast town
In a cold and lonely prison van, for Long Kesh I was bound
'Cause my spirit was unbroken and my heart was still un-found
Why, I knew that i'd soon be with the men behind the wire
...
When the judge had passed my sentence and the warder took me down
I cried out no surrender bless the red hand and the crown
But grant me just one favour, that is my one desire
Please let me serve my sentence with the men behind the wire
...
There were many things so strange to me and many more I knew
His only cry was Loyalty to the old red white and blue
And the love for dear old Ulster, Even in the darkest hour
He'd shine with them these loyal men, the men behind the wire
...
And when this war is over and our victory is won
Let us not forget the sacrifice made by these loyal sons
They were staunch and true for me and you so lift your glasses higher
Where would we have been without them, the men behind the wire
God save our gracious queen
Long live our noble queen
God Save the queen (No surrender)
Send her victorious
Happy and glorious
Long to reign over us
God save the queen
Mother Mary Comes To Me
Singing Glasgow Celtic 1, Caley 3.
Celtic 1, Caley 3
Celtic 1, Caley 3
Glasgow Celtic 1, Caley 3
We Are Rangers
Super Rangers
No One likes Us
We Dont Care
We hate Celtic
Fenian Bastards
and Well Chase Them Anywhere
Michael Mols, Michael Mols, Michael, Michael Mols.
He Gets The Ball, He Scores A Goal
Michael, Michael Mols
It is old but it is beautiful, it's colours they are fine
It was worn at Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and the Boyne
My father wore it as a youth in bygone days of yore
And it's on the Twelfth I love to wear the sash my father wore.
In dungeons' deep I know what fate awaits me
Tied hand and foot the foe has bound me fast
And in my pain I pray my God above me
Will grant this wish I know will be my last
Don't bury me in Ireland's Fenian valley
Take me home, in Ulster let me rest
And on my gravestone carve this simple message:
"Here lies a soldier of the UVF".
(chorus):
Here lies a soldier, an Ulster soldier,
Who fought and died for all he loved the best,
Here lies a soldier, an Ulster soldier,
Here lies a soldier of the UVF.
Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves
Britons never never never shall be slaves.
All The Bluebells Are Blue,
All The Bluebells Are Blue,
All The Bluebells Are Blue,
All The Bluebells Are Blue.
Though The Streets Be Broad Or Narrow
Then Follow We Will, Follow We Will, Follow We Will
Though The Streets Be Broad Or Narrow
Then Follow We Will, We Will Follow In The Footsteps Of Our Team
...
Follow Follow We Will Follow Rangers
Everywhere, Anywhere We Will Follow On
Dundee, Hamilton, even up to Aberdeen
Should They Go To Dublin We Will Follow On
...
For There's Not A Team Like The Glasgow Rangers
No Not One, And There Never Shall Be One
Celtic Know All About Their Troubles
We Will Fight Till The Day Is Done
For There's Not A Team Like The Glasgow Rangers
No Not One, And There Never Shall Be One
...
Follow Follow We Will Follow Rangers
Everywhere, Anywhere We Will Follow On
Dundee, Hamilton, even up to Aberdeen
Should They Go To Dublin We Will Follow On
Every Other Is My Half Day Off, And It's Off To The Match I Go
Happily We Wander Down The Copland Road Me And My Wee Pal Joe
We Love to See The Lassies With The Blue Scarfs On
We Love To Hear The Boys All Roar
But I Don't Have To Tell That The Best Of All
We Love to See The Rangers Score
...
Me Oh Me Oh Me Oh My - Oh How We Love To See Them Cry
We Love to See The Lassies With The Blue Scarfs On
We Love To Hear The Boys All Roar
But I Don't Have To Tell You That The Best Of All
We Love to See The Rangers Score
...
We've won the Scottish League Almost Everytime
The League Cup's as simple too
We Give Some Exhibitions In The Scottish Cup
We Are The Cup Winners True
And When The Rangers Win The European Cup As We've Done With The One Before
We'll Gather Round At Ibrox 50,000 Strong To Give The Boys An Ibrox Roar.
...
Me Oh Me Oh Me Oh My - Oh How We Love To See Them Cry
We Love to See The Lassies With The Blue Scarfs On
We Love To Hear The Boys All Roar
But I Don't Have To Tell You That The Best Of All
We Love to See The Rangers Score
Hello Hello, How Do You Do
We Are The Boys In Royal Blue
Where E'er We Go, We Fear No Foe
We'll Keep The Blue Flag Flying High
...
Oh Flying High Up In The Sky
We'll Keep The Blue Flag Flying High
Where E'er We Go, We Fear No Foe
We'll Keep The Blue Flag Flying High
...
An Englishman Landed In Edmiston Drive
And Watched Willie Waddell With Critical Eye
"How Can I Buy Him?" He Asked Mr Struth
And Bill He Replied, "I'll Tell You The Truth."
...
How Can You Buy All The Cups That We've Won
And How Can You Buy Mrs Thorton's Son
How Can You Buy Our Big Geordie Young?
And How Can You Buy Willie Waddell?
Nature Bestowed All Her pngts With A Smile
The Right Foot, The Left Foot, The 'Noddle'
When You Can Buy All These Wonderful Things
Then You Can Buy Willie Waddell
...
"I'll Give Thirty Thousand," The Englishman Said
"And Also A Star," Mr Struth Shook His Head
"You Can Give Thirty Thousand, Stars, Moon And Sun
But You Still Can't Have Waddell, There's Only One."
See them march on,
Marching on through the years so deadly,
Heads held on high,
For the jersey they would do or die,
Fight fight, for right,
Play the game, wear the band of glory,
Win, lose or draw thats the Glasgow Rangers story.
...
See them march on,
Banners high as they fly before you,
Loyal and true,
On their way to cheer the boys in blue.
Follow they will
Marching on to the songs of glory,
Win, Lose, or draw thats the Glasgow Rangers story.
Now many years ago ma boys I left old Glasgow town,
I traveled over to yankie land and here I've settled down,
Although I miss the Bridgeton Cross and friends so near and dear,
O'h what I'd give If I could have the Rangers over here.
You can Bum of California with your sunshine all the year,
You can Bum about your Broadway lights so clear,
For it would fill my heart with gladness,
It would fill my heart with cheer,
If we only had the Rangers over here.
We're the finest team in all the land, am sure that you'll agree
To see them win is something grand It's part of history,
There the boys that fear no noise ma lad's I mean that quite sincere,
O'h what I'd give If I could have the Rangers over hear.
You can Bum of California with your sunshine all the year,
You can Bum about your Broadway lights so clear,
For it would fill my heart with gladness it would fill my heart with cheer.
There's only one Jorge Cadete
He's got hair like spaghetti
He's Portugese and he's one of these
Walking in a Laudrup wonderland.
Cheer up Johnny Barnes
Oh what can it mean
To a sad Fenian Bastard
And a SHITE football team
For ever and ever, we'll Follow the Gers
The Glasgow Rangers, the Teddy Bears
For we will be mastered, by whom by no Fenian Bastards
We'll keep the Blue Flag flying high.
Sooo, Bring on the Hibs the Hearts the Celtic
Bring on the Spaniards by the score
Barcelona, Real Madrid
Who the hell are you trying to kid
For we're out to show the World what we can do
I have often heard that Real Madrid is the greatest football team,
I have even heard that Anderlecht, is the best you have ever seen,
There's Manchester United, and there's Tottenham Hotspur too,
There is Everton, Burnley, Blackburn, just to name a famous few,
...
But who's that team we call the Rangers, Who's that team we all adore,
The're the boys in Royal Blue and they are Scotland's gallant Few,
And we are out to show the world what we can do.
...
So bring on the Hibs, the Hearts and Celtic,
Bring on Spaniards by the score,
And we will hope that every game, we will imortalise the name,
Of the Boys that wear the famous Royal blue!!!
We are Rangers
Super Rangers
Noone likes us
We don't care
We hate Celtic, Fenian bastards
And we'll chase them everywhere
As I was walking doon the Copland Road,
I met a crowd o' strangers,
Said they tae me where can we see,
The famous Glasgow Rangers.
So I took them o'er tae Ibrox Park,
Tae see the flags unfurl,
After that display,
They had tae say we're the champions of the world.
Some people write their songs about the land that they adore,
And some of how they've fought and won their country's greatest war,
Some others still seem quite content to use their mother theme,
But I've turned out a song about my favourite fitba team.
As I was walking doon the Copland Road,
I met a crowd o' strangers,
Said they tae me where can we see,
The famous Glasgow Rangers.
So I took them o'er tae Ibrox Park,
Tae see the flags unfurl,
After that display,
they had tae say we're the champions of the world.
For there's no a team in this whole wide world,
From the Real Madrid tae the Hotspurs,
Could ever be,
As dear tae me,
As the famous Glasgow Rangers.
Hullo! Hullo!
We are the Billy Boys!
Hullo! Hullo!
You'll know us by our noise!
We're up to our knees in Fenian blood,
Surrender or you'll die!
For we are the Bridgeton Billy Boys.
If ye cannae dae the bouncy you're a Tim!
If ye cannae dae the bouncy you're a Tim!
If ye cannae dae the bouncy, cannae dae the bouncy,
Cannae dae the bouncy you're a Tim!
Ooh!!!
BOUNCY, BOUNCY, BOUNCY, BOUNCY,
Na Na Na La Na Na!
BOUNCY, BOUNCY, BOUNCY, BOUNCY,
Na Na Na La Na Na!
Can you hear the Celtic sing?
No-oh, No-oh!
Can you hear the Celtic sing?
No-oh, No-oh!
Can you hear the Celtic sing?
Cannae hear a fuckin' thing!
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,oh-oh!
Oh, this is so fuckin' easy!
So fuckin' easy!
Oh, this is so fuckin' easy!
You're so shite its unbelievable!
You're so shite its unbelievable!
Whats it like to follow Shite?
Whats it like to follow SHITE?
Sheepshagging bastards!
You're only sheepshagging bastards!
Sheepshagging bastards!
You're only sheepshagging bastards!
(against Aberdeen)
Stand up if you hate Celtic
Stand up if you hate Celtic
Stand up if you hate Celtic
Stand up if you hate Celtic
Sit down if you've won fuck all
Sit down if you've won fuck all
Sit down if you've won fuck all
Sit down if you've won fuck all
We've got Davie, Davie, Davie, Davie Cooper
On the wing, on the wing
We've got Davie, Davie, Davie, Davie Cooper
On the wing, on the wing
...
Davie, oh, Davie Cooper!
Oh, Davie Cooper on the wi-ing!
Davie, oh, Davie Cooper!
Oh Davie Cooper on the wing?
My old man said be a Celtic fan
I said Fuck Off, Father you're a Wank!
For, we'll take the Hibs and their casuals with them
We'll take the Jungle and the shite thats in it!
With hatchets and hammers
Stanley knives and spanners!
We'll show those Fenian Bastards how to fight
Cos you'll never, never, never take the Glasgow Rangers
Or the Bridgeton Billy Boys!
I've sailed the wide Atlantic
Crossed the deep Pacific shores
I've sailed around the Stormy Capes
And heard the Forties Roar
I've plied the Indian Ocean
Crossed the deep blue China sea
But there's a sea back home in Scotland
That means more than all the rest to me
...
Its the blue, blue, blue sea of Ibrox
Its the greatest sight that I have ever seen
Its the blue, blue, blue sea of Ibrox
And it happens when the Orange beat the Green!
...
No more I'll sail the seven seas,
No more I'll ever roam
No more I'll feel the urge again,
I'm back where I belong
At 3 o'clock each Saturday
I'll join the mighty throng
With flags and banners all around
You'll hear me sing this song
...
Its the blue, blue, blue sea of Ibrox
Its the greatest sight that I have ever seen
Its the blue, blue, blue sea of Inrox
And it happens when the Orange beat the Green!
We are the Glasgow Rangers
We don't need your Davie Hay
Fuck the Pope and the IRA
We've got John Greig, Colin Stein
And Her Majesty, The Queen!
...
Well, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na,
na-na-na-na-na-na-na,na,
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na,
We are the Glasgow RANGERS!
Pierre! There's only one Pierre!
He takes it up the rear!
Cos he's a fuckin' queer!
...
Quierre, There's only one Quierre!
He takes it up the rear!
Thank fuck he's no' a 'Ger!
Frank McGarvey's wife's a whore!
Frank McGarvey's wife's a whore!
There's only one Mark Viduka,
His burd's a fuckin' hooker!
For a couple of bob,
She'll suck yer nob!
Walking in a looney wonderland.
There's only one Henrik Larsson
He's got a face like a Martian!
With a bag of sweets and a cheeky smile
Larsson is a fuckin' paedophile!
We Are the People!
We are the people!
(clap, clap, clap, clap, clap!)
We are the people!
(clap, clap, clap, clap, clap!)
Championis! Championis!
ole, ole, ole!
Championis, championis!
Ole, ole, ole!
Could you go a chicken supper bobby sands
Could you go a chicken supper bobby sands
Could you go a chicken supper ya dirty fenian fucker
Could you go a chicken supper bobby sands
I am a loyal Ulster man they say this day that I was hanged
I fought the IRA and they say that I must pay
They say this day that I was hanged
...
So build my gallows build the high
That I might see before I die
The antrim glens and the hills of county down
And see again the lights of home
When I Was Young,
And Had No Sense,
I Bought A Flute,
For 50 pence,
The Only Tune,
That I Could Play,
Was Fuck The Pope And The I.R.A
Tell all the tims ye know, Inverness is as far as you'll go
You wont need yer shades, yer buckets or spades
But you might need a sleigh for the snow
Theres a wee spot in europe, its a place of great fame
It lies to the north land, Ulsters its name
It has only 6 countys, but oh what renound
And its emblem is the red hand, topped by the queens crown
...
Well the germans came over, in the year 41
And they tried to destroy us, by bomb and by gun ( NEVER EVER )
Well our history would tell them, of others who tried
How the braves young sons of Ulster, how they fought and they died
...
Now a fenian you speak to, in his own rebel tongue
He will speak of our friend ship, why cant we be one ( NEVER EVER )
Just you point to the red hand, topped by the queens crown
Say we're side by side with scotland, and we wont let them down
We're comin', We're comin', We're comin' down the road
We're the volunteers of the UVF and we're comin' down the road
3 cheers for the red white and blue
3 cheers for the red white and blue
For the army and the navy and the UVF
3 cheers for the red white and blue
Hi diddly dee, we are the ycv
We're off to fight the provo scum
Hand grenade and a tommy gun
Hi diddly dee, we are the ycv
We hate roman catholics, we hate nuns too
we hate bishops and priests (THE'RE BEASTs)
but the Rangers we love you
If you want to go to heaven when you die
you must wear a rangers scarf and rangers tie
you must wear a Rangers Bonnit
With FUCK THE POPE upon it
If you want to go to heaven when you die
Who shagged all the boys, who shagged all the boys
Celtic boys club Celtic boys club
You shag all the boys
Neil Lennon's illegitimate
He aint got no birth certificate
He's got aids and cant get rid of it
He got shagged in confession
The pope he is a Nazi
He was in Hitlers youth
And he likes to bless the wee young boys
cos he's a fuckin poof
You're only whores poofs and junkies
Whores poofs and junkies
Oh father why are you so sad, this first of july morn
When Ulsters men are proud and glad, of the land where they were born
Oh son i see in memory, things that used to be
When being just a lad like you, i joined the YCV
...
Thro' the hills and glens, a call for arms, was heard by one and all
and from the glen came brave young men, to answer Ulsters call
t'was long ago we faced the foe, the YCV and me
and by my side they fought and they died
that Ulster might be free
...
So now my son i've told you why, this julys morn i sigh
for i recall my comrades all, of dark old days gone by
I recall the men that fought in the glen, with rifle and grenade
May heaven keep the men that sleep in the YCV Brigade
Let me tell you of a story fo fame and gallantry
What the name of Brian Robinson it means to you and me
It's a name that stand for courage and it stands for liberty
On the 2nd day of September come and drink this toast with me
...
So now here's to Brian Robinson a brave and loyal man
And to every Ulster Volunteer who has fought for the Red Hand
They have made the greatest sacrifice and we have seen the best
So lift your glass to Brian and to the men of the UVF
...
And to the men behind the wire for they have stood the test
Let's not forget their sacrifice for they are Ulster's best
Let us fight now for their liberty and freedom from Long Kesh
With the cry 'For God and Ulster' free the men of the UVF
Billy Gray Billy Gray will you not come to me
Bright light has turned to darkness in this trench I cannot see
And my sight has just been shattered by the shell that blinded me
Fighting with the Armagh Brigade
...
For I remember when all my associates in arms
We gathered from towns all our villages and farms
In answer to the echo of Carsons loud alarm
We forme up the Armagh Brigade
...
We took those smuggled rifles from off the Clyde Valley
To fight the right for England or whatever enemy
Who would bring us into bondage or deny our liberty
We marched with the Armagh Brigade
...
I've always been so puzzeled and I cannot understand
Why we're fighting here in France and not in Ulsters land
And knowing Englands promises are as firm as drifting sand
I dont believe a word they say
...
Now when we charged that morning with a great and mighty yell
Right through the German trenches how far I cannot tell
I prepared myself for heaven but I marched right into hell
Along with the Armagh Brigade
...
I hear the booming thunder and the stutter of the guns
I hear the angry screaming of Ulsters fallen sons
In this bloody slaughterhouse of the Battle of the Somme
Im dyin' with the Armagh Brigade
...
For Ulster is my heritage and Ulster is my cause
I laugh at her futility her glory is a fraud
But im bleeding heavily and I must go to God
Im leavin' the Armagh Brigade
...
Billy Gray, Billy Gray will you not come to me
I'm far away from my home my wife and family
Will you come and speak some comfort and be a friend to me
If your not dead yet Billy Gray
When I was eighteen years of age
In Carson's army I engaged
To fight for Ulster against home rule
A mauser rifle was my tool
On Covenant day my first parade
When over half a million promised aid
We go to fight the enemy now
So we landed fifty thousand guns at Larne
We go to fight the enemy now
So we landed fifty thousand guns at Larne
...
That April night I'll never forget
Dispersing guns to face the threat
Throught the length of our beloved land
The die was cast, we made our stand
But another foe was before us now
Home rule was dead beneath the plough
When across to France our divisions sailed
Britain called we would not fail
When across to France our divisions sailed
Britain called we would not fail
...
We were Gunrunners, Gunrunners
...
So the storys told and its understood
Of a charge that morning, Thiepval Wood
When Ulsters flower their lives did give
So that we at home could in freedom live
Well alas I fell on the Sommes great shore
But not alone there were thousands more
From every street, town and dale
A father, son or brother fell
From every street, town or dale
A father, son or brother fell
...
They were Gunrunners, Gunrunners. Yes Gunrunners
Just across the Irish Sea
Stirs a heart of Loyalty
Raised in Honour and in dignity
Drives a will to keep us British free
Not alone are we on this journey
For in a land just across the sea
Is a hand that reaches out in friendship
And a bond thats lasted centuries
...
And it's hands across the water
Reaching out for you and me
For Queen, For Ulster and For Scotland
Helps to keep our Loyal people free
Let the cry be No Surrender
Let no-one doubt this Loyalty
Reaching out to the Brave Red Hand of Ulster
Is the hand across the sea
'Twas a cold and grey November morn, as I left Belfast town
In a cold and lonely prison van, for Long Kesh I was bound
'Cause my spirit was unbroken and my heart was still un-found
Why, I knew that i'd soon be with the men behind the wire
...
When the judge had passed my sentence and the warder took me down
I cried out no surrender bless the red hand and the crown
But grant me just one favour, that is my one desire
Please let me serve my sentence with the men behind the wire
...
There were many things so strange to me and many more I knew
His only cry was Loyalty to the old red white and blue
And the love for dear old Ulster, Even in the darkest hour
He'd shine with them these loyal men, the men behind the wire
...
And when this war is over and our victory is won
Let us not forget the sacrifice made by these loyal sons
They were staunch and true for me and you so lift your glasses higher
Where would we have been without them, the men behind the wire
God save our gracious queen
Long live our noble queen
God Save the queen (No surrender)
Send her victorious
Happy and glorious
Long to reign over us
God save the queen
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