Musik
Bristol City sånger
One for the Bristol City
The Wurzels
One for the Bristol City,
Two for the boys in red,
Three for the fans down Ashton Gate,
We’ll follow ‘till we’re dead me boys,
Follow ‘till we’re dead.
Down at Ashton Gate there’s Alan Dicks,
And the red red robins too,
And if they win or if they lose,
We’ll follow them through and through,
We’ll spend a bit of time on a Saturday,
Getting ready for anything,
Spend an hour or two in bloody grrt queue,
To get in the ground and sing…
One for the Bristol City,
Two for the boys in red,
Three for the fans down Ashton Gate,
We’ll follow ‘till we’re dead me boys,
Follow ‘till we’re dead.!
Drink up thy zider
The Wurzels
Drink up your cider George, pass us round the mug!
Drink up your cider George, your garden's ver' nigh dug
Your cheeks been gettin' redder from Charterhouse to Cheddar
And there's still more cider in the jug!
Chorus:
Drink up thy zider, drink up thy zider,
For tonight we'll merry be,
We'll knock the milkchurns over, and roll 'em in the clover,
The corn's half cut, and so be we!
Drink up your cider George, and get up off the mat
Drink up your cider George, put on thy Sunday hat
'Cos we're off to Barrow Gurney for to see my brother Ernie,
And there's still more cider in the vat!
Repeat Chorus
Drink up thy cider George, it's time you had a rest,
Drink up your cider George, the finest ever pressed
There ain't nothin' like good cider for to make your smile grow wider,
And there's still more cider way down west!
Repeat Chorus (three times)
Chants
Flint said
Flint said no no no
Flint said no no no
So f*ck off Swindon Town
You are staying down
City
City ‘till I die,
I’m City ‘till I die,
I know I am,
I’m sure I am,
I’m City ‘till I die.
Flying High
Flying high, up in the sky
We keep the red flag flying high
Cider reds untill we die
We keep the red flag flying high
Johnson says
Johnson says bounce around the ground,
bounce around the ground,
bounce around the ground,