We are from Glo'ster, the pride of the west,
Some of the lads and some of the best
We are respected wherever we go, where we come
from nobody knows
They call us the pride of the ladies, the ladies
We spend all our wages, our wages, our wages
We are respected wherever we go
We are the Glo'ster boys

Down by that swanny, swanny river - here the
darkies singing - takes my heart right back to
that little ol' shack
Down by that swanny, swanny shore, the place that I
call home
How I love to sit and listen - here the darkies
singing - home sweet home

Where will they be with all their thrills upon it,
Where will they be when they've sung their last
farewell - la,la,la,la,la,la
Where will they be with all their thrills upon it
Ten to one the good old boys and bugger all the
rest

Maggie dear, pint of beer a woodbine and a match,
A tuppence ha'penny stick of rock,we're off to
the football/rugby match
To see ol' Glo'ster score a try, the best try in
the land
We are the Glo'ster boys!

We are the Glo'ster boys, we are the Glo'ster boys
We know our manners, we spend our tanners, we are
respected wherever we may go
And when you're walking down the Bristol Road,
Doors and windows open wide
You can here the people shout "Put them bloody
Woodbines out!" -
'Cause we are the Glo'ster boys

G-L-O-U-C-E-S-T-E-R - GLOUCESTER !!!!