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RANGERS

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 Gifts 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.

Were 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.

sooooo, 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