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Sounds
Follow Follow (Download)
Though the streets be broad or narrow as follow we will, follow we will
Though the streets be broad or narrow as follow we will
We will follow in the footsteps of our team, god bless them
Chorus
Follow follow we will follow Rangers
Everywhere, anywhere we will follow on
Dundee, Hamilton, Fuck the Pope and Vatican
If they go to Dublin we will follow on
Verse
For theres not a team like the Glasgow Rangers
No not one and there never shall be one
C*ltic know all about there troubles
We will fight till the day is done
For theres not a team like the Glasgow Rangers
No not one and there never shall be one
Every other Saturday (Download)
Verse 1
Every other Saturdays my half day of and it's off to the match I go
Happily we wonder down the Copland road, me and my wee pal Joe
We love to see the lassies with their blue scarves 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
Chorus
Me oh me oh me oh my, oh how we love to see them cry
We love to see the lassies with their blue scarves 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
Verse 2
We've won the Scottish league about a thousand times
The league cups as simple too
We give some exhibitions in the Scottish cup
We've given some Wembley wizards too
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 and Ibrox roar
back to chorus
The Sash (Download)
It is old but it is beautiful and 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 long to wear the sash my father wore FUCK
POPE!!!!
Bluebells (Download)
All the bluebells are blue
All the bluebells are blue
All the bluebells are blue
All the bluebells are blue
Derrys Walls (Download)
The time has scarce gone by boys, 300 hundred years ago
When rebels on old Derrys walls, their faces dare not show
When James and all his rebel band came up from Bishops Gate
With heart and hand and sword and shield we caused them to retreat
Chorus
Then fight and don't surrender, but come when duty calls
With heart and hand and sword and shield we'll guard old Derry's walls
Bridge
The banner, boys that floated, was run aloft with joy
God bless the hands that broke the boom and saved Apprentice Boys
Chorus
Cheer up Tommy Burns (Goes to the tune "Daydream believer" by the Monkees)
Cheer up Tommy Burns, ohh what can it mean
To a sad fenian bastard and a shite fitba team