Below
you will find some Rangers Songs , You can
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next to the songs heading.
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Follow
Follow - Download |
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Tho' the streets
be broad or narrow |
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Then follow we
will, follow we will, |
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Follow we will. |
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Tho' the streets
be broad or narrow |
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Then follow we
will, |
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We will follow in
the foot steps of our team |
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God bless them. |
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Chorus: |
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Follow, follow,
we will follow Rangers, |
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Everywhere,
anywhere we will follow on, |
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Dundee, Hamilton,
even up to Aberdeen, |
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Should they go to
Dublin we will follow on. |
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Celtic know all
about their troubles, |
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We will fight
till the day is done |
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There's not a
team like the Glasgow Rangers, |
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No not one, and
there never shall be one. |
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(Chorus) |
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For there's not a
team like the Glasgow Rangers, |
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No, not one and
there never shall be one. |
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Hello, hello, we
are the Rangers Boys, |
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Hello, hello,
you'll know us by our noise |
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For we are the
Glasgow Rangers Boys. |
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Who is
the team
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Chorus:
Who's that team they call the Rangers, |
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Who's that team
they all adore, |
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They're the boys
in royal blue |
Every
Other Saturday - Download
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Aye they're
Scotland's gallant few, |
| Every other
Saturday, ma half day off, |
And they're out
to show the world what they can do. |
| And its off to
the match I go |
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| Happily I wander
down the Copeland Road, |
I've heard it
said that Real Madrid's the greatest
fitba team, |
| Me and ma wee pal
Joe. |
I've even read
that Aderlecht's the best there's ever
been. |
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There's
Manchester United and there's |
| We love to see
the lassies with the blue scarfs on |
Tottenham Hotspur
too, |
| We love to hear
the boys all roar, |
There's Everton
Burnley, Blackpool, just to name a famous
few. |
| But I don't have
to tell you the best of all |
(Chorus) |
| We love to see
the Rangers score. |
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So bring on Hibs
and Hearts or Celtic, |
| Me oh, me oh, me
oh my, |
Bring on
Spaniards by the score, |
| Oh how we love to
see them try |
Barcelona, Real
Madrid, |
| We love to see
the lassies with the blue scarfs on, |
They may make a
gallant bid, |
| We love to hear
the boys all roar, |
But they'll only
find the reason why we roar. |
| But I don't have
to tell you the best of all, |
(Chorus) |
| We love to see
the Rangers score!!!!! |
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So here's a
health tae Glesca Rangers, |
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Here's a health
frae me tae you, |
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And let's hope
that every game, |
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Will immortalise
the name |
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Of the boys that
wear the famous royal blue. |
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(Chorus) |
The Sash
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Remember
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| Here I am an
Ulster Orangeman, |
Said a father to
his son |
| From Erins Isle I
came, |
Oh my boy the
time has come |
| To see my British
brethren, |
Your country it
is calling unto you |
| All honour and of
fame, |
For those rebels
once again |
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To unite us in
their aim |
| And to tell them
of my forefathers, |
And together we
must stand to keep her free. |
| Who fought in
days of yore, |
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| And that I may
have the right to wear, |
Chorus:
Remember your fathers brave and bold, |
| The sash my
father wore! |
As they fought
for Ulster's cause in far off lands. |
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For my father
said to me |
| Chorus:
Sure it's old, but it is beautiful |
I must join the
Y.C.V. |
| And it's colours
they are fine, |
With a rifle or a
pistol in my hand. |
| It was worn at
Derry Augharim, |
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| Enniskillen and
the Boyne. |
From Belfast to
Armagh |
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Killreagh to Old
Crossgar |
| My father wore it
as a youth, |
From Ballymena to
old Omagh town |
| In the bygone
days of yore, |
With our
standards flying high |
| And on the
twelfth I love to wear, |
As it was in days
gone by |
| The sash my
father wore. |
We will rally
round the flag of liberty. |
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(Chorus) |
| Those brave men
who did cross the Boyne, |
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| Haven't fought or
died in vain, |
Come O'Ye
volunteers |
| Our unity
religion and laws, |
Let us fight and
never fear |
| And our freedom
we'll maintain, |
Just like our
fathers did so long ago |
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Though I'm
sixteen years of age |
| If that call
should come we'll follow the drum, |
In the volunteers
I'll engage. |
| And cross the
Boyne once more, |
Like our fathers
did so many years ago |
| So that
tomorrow's Ulstermen may wear, |
(Chorus) |
| The sash my
father wore. |
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No.1 Platoon - Download
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| And when some day
across the sea, |
I'll remember,
I'll try, it was nearly July. |
| To Antrims shore
you come, |
As we walked down
the road, I remember the year. |
| We'll welcome you
in royal style, |
There was me,
there was Sam, Jimmy Sloan and McCann, |
| To the sound of
flute and drum, |
Would enlist in
the Volunteers. |
| And Ulster's
hills shall echo still, |
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| From Rathlin to
Drumore, |
Chorus: And
the man says to me, Boy, I hope you will
see, |
| As we sing again
the royal strain, |
And remember this
day, all the things you've been taught |
| Of the sash my
father wore! |
It could be now
and then, that we will fight once again |
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For the things
that our grandfathers fought, |
Wee Spot
In Europe - Download
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And I swore like
the rest, to the badge on my breast, |
| Well there's a
wee spot in Europe, |
To the gun in my
hands, I will fight for my land. |
| Its a place of
great fame, |
With my hand held
high, I took that vow, and I joined
Number One Platoon. |
| and it lies to
the north land, |
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| and Ulster's its
name. |
Then deep down
inside, my heart fills with pride, |
| It is only six
counties, |
I remember the
men, who have fought through the years, |
| but oh what
renowned, |
I could name
quite a few, but to me and to you, |
| For its emblem is
the Red Hand, |
They were Ulster
Volunteers |
| Topped by the
Queen's crown. |
(Chorus x 2) |
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| And now the
Germans came over, |
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| In the year '41 |
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| And they tried to
destroy us, |
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| By their bomb, by
their guns. |
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