(Mel: Fields of Athenry)

Outside the Shankly Gates 
I heard a Kopite calling : 
Shankly they have taken you away 
But you left a great eleven 
Before you went to heaven 
Now it's glory round the Fields of Anfield Road. 

Chorus : 
All round the Fields of Anfield Road 
Where once we watched the King Kenny play 
(and he could play) 
We had Heighway on the wing 
We had dreams and songs to sing 
Of the glory round the Fields of Anfield Road 

Outside the Paisley Gates 
I heard a Kopite calling 
Paisley they have taken you away.. 
You led the great 11 
Back in Rome in 77 
And the redmen they 
are still playing the same way 

All round the Fields of Anfield Road 
Where once we watched the King Kenny play 
(and he could play) 
We had Heighway on the wing 
We had dreams and songs to sing 
Of the glory round the Fields of Anfield Road

(Mel: Red River Valley/The Sash)

Let me tell you the story of a poor boy,
Who was sent far away from his home,
To fight for his king and his country,
And also the old folks back home

So they put him in a higher division,
Sent him off to a far foreign land,
Where the flies swarm around in their thousands,
And there's nothing to see but the sand.

Now the battle it started next morning,
Under the radiant sun,
I remember our poor Scouser Tommy,
He was shot by an old Nazi gun

As he lay on the battlefield die-die-dying,
With the blood gushing out of his head 
(out of his head)
As he lay on the battlefield die-die-dying,
These were the last words he said:

Oooooh, I am a Liverpudlian,
and I come from the Spion Kop,
I like to sing, I like to chant, 
I go there quite a lot.

We support a team, that plays in red, 
A team that we all know,
A team that we call *Liverpool*,
To glory we will go.

We won the league, we won the cup,
We've been to Europe too,
We played the Toffees for a laugh,
And left them feeling blue (5-0)

1-2, 1-2-3, 1-2-3-4, 5-0!

Rush scored one,
Rush scored two,
Rush scored three,
And Rush scored four ...

O come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant
O come ye, O come ye to Anfield
Come and behold them
They're the Kings of Europe
O come let us adore them
O come let us adore them
O come let us adore them - L I V E R P O O L!

(Mel: Ballad of The Green Berets)

Here's a song  about a football team
The greatest team you've ever seen
A team that play total Football
They've won the league, Europe and all.

Chorus:
A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May

With Kenny Dalglish on the ball
He was the greatest of them all
And Ian Rush, four goals or two
Left Evertonians feeling blue

(Chorus)

Now if you go down Goodison Way
Hard luck stories you hear each day
Theres not a trophy to be seen
'Cos Liverpool have swept them clean

(Chorus)

Now on the glorious 10th of May
There's laughing reds on Wembley Way
We're full of smiles and joy and glee
It's Everton 1 and Liverpool 3

(Chorus)

Now on the 20th of May
We're laughing still on Wembley Way
Those Evertonians feeling blue
at Liverpool 3 and Everton 2

(Chorus)

And as we sang round Goodison Park
With crying blues all in a nark
They're probably crying still
at Liverpool 5 and Everton nil.

(Chorus)

We Remember them with pride
Those mighty reds of Shankly's side
And Kenny's boys of '88
There's never been a side so great.

We Love you Liverpool we do. 
We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love you Liverpool we do. 
Oh Liverpool we love you.

Shankly is our hero, he showed us how to play
The mighty reds of Europe are out to win today
He made a team of champions, 
with every man a king
And every game we love to win 
and this is what we sing.

We Love you Liverpool we do. 
We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love you Liverpool we do. 
Oh Liverpool we love you.

Clemence is our goalie, the best there is around
And Keegan is the greatest that Shankly ever found
Heighway is our favourite, a wizard of the game
Anh heres the mighty Toshack to do it once again.

We Love you Liverpool we do. 
We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love you Liverpool we do. 
Oh Liverpool we love you.

We've won the league, we've won the cup, 
We're masters of the game.
And just to prove how good we are 
We'll do it all again.
We've got another team to beat 
and so we've got to try
'Cos we're the best in all the land 
And that's the reason why ..

We Love you Liverpool we do. 
We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love you Liverpool we do. 
Oh Liverpool we love you.

The reds are coming up the hill boys,
The reds are coming up the hill boys.
They all laugh at us
They all mock at us
They all say our days are numbered.
Born to be a Scouse
Victoriously,
If you wanna win a cup
Then you'd better hurry up
Cos we're Liverpool FC

Victorious and glorious
We took the Gwladys Street
between four of us

He was born in bonny Scotland
And he played the football game
He came to Liverpool in '59
To help us win again.
Then with his mighty Red Army
He marched to victory
He was the legend of his time -
our hero, Bill Shankly

So all say 'Thanks'
To the shanks
He never walked alone
Lets sing our song, for all the world
Of this, his Liverpool home.

No matter where you come from
No matter who you are
Remember the year of '59
When The Reds, they found a star.
And how he shines so brightly
For the boys of Liverpool
Soon the world was about to find
This man was nobody's fool.

So all say 'Thanks'
To the shanks
He never walked alone
Lets sing our song, for all the world
Of this, his Liverpool home.

The man he asked no favours
Just hard work - let's get it right
You can only succeed through dedication
And his men they all saw the light.
He gave this town his loyalty
And proved it all by success
So always remember, 
when we had Bill Shankly
We all knew  we had the best.

So all say 'Thanks'
To the shanks
He never walked alone
Lets sing our song, for all the world
Of this, his Liverpool home.

(Mel: Amazing Grace)

Shankly, Shankly, Shankly, Shankly (etc.)

The cry was no surrender,
We'll fight for the boys in red,
We'll fight, we'll fight for Liverpool,
The team that Shankly bred.

We'll fight for Alun Evans,
We'll fight for Ian St. John,
We'll fight, we'll fight for Liverpool,
The pride of division 
one - two- three - four
Listen to the Kopites roar:

LIVERPOOL - LIVERPOOL - LIVERPOOL

(Mel: Wild Colonial Boy)

I'll tell you of our football team
And Liverpool is the name.
We've won the cup, we've won the league
We're the finest in the game
We have the greatest skipper
Any  manager could employ.
Let's drink six crates
To big Ron Yeats
Bill Shankly's pride and joy.

(Mel: Green Green Grass of Home)

Well the old Kop looks the same
As I stand and watch the game
There's the green, green grass that
Liddell used to play on.
Hunt, St.John and Peter  Thompson
Score the goals
Whenever Shankly wants them
It's good to watch the greatest team at home.

Yes, we'll all go and see Big Rowdy
Cheer the team that serves us proudly,
It's good to watch the 
greatest team at home.

(Mel: Land of Hope and Glory)

We hate Nottingham Forest
We hate Everton too (they're shit!)
We hate Man United
But ....
Liverpool we love you.

(Mel: Jesus Christ Superstar)

L    I    V
E    R    P
Double O     L
Liverpool FC

We are the scousers
The cocks of the north
We hate man utd and city of course
We only drink whisky and bottles of brown
The Liverpool boys are in town
Na na na na nanananana nanananana

Oh we're the boys on the social,
The boys on the dole,
We're so fucking ugly
We can't get our hole,
But we all go mental
When we score a goal,
Oh the Liverpool Boys are in town.
Na na na na nanananana nanananana

We don't carry bottles
We don't carry lead
We only carry hatchets
To bury in your head

We are the supporters
Fanatics every one
We all hate Man City
And Leeds and Everton

We are the kings of Europe
The pride of Merseyside
We'll fight for no surrender
We'll fight for Shankly's pride

We hate Tottenham Hotspur
We hate Chelsea too
But most of all we hate the shite
Who play in royal blue.

We All Live in a Red and White Kop

(Mel: Yellow Submarine)

On a Saturday afternoon
We support a team called Liverpool
And we sing until we drop
On the famous Spion Kop

We all live in a red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
We all live in a red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
(Repeat forever)

Those were the days my friends,
We took the Stretford End,
We took the Shed,
The North Bank, Highbury,
We took the Geordies too,
We fought for Liverpool,
We are the KOP of Liverpool F.C.

(Mel: Arriverderci Roma)

We're on our way to Roma 
On the 25th of May 
All the Kopites will be singing 
Vatican Bells they will be ringing 
Liverpool boys they will be drinking 
When we win the European Cup. 

We'll be drinking all their vivo, 
On the 23rd, 24th, 25th, 26th of May, 
All the Kopites will be singing 
Vatican Bells they will be ringing 
Liverpool boys they will be drinking 
When we win the European Cup. 

Now we went back to Roma, 
On the 30th of May, 
All the Kopites they were singing, 
Vatican bells they were ringing, 
Liverpool FC they were a swinging, 
When we won the European Cup

Every other Saturday's me half day off 
And it's off to the match I go 
I like to take a stroll along the Anfield Road 
Me and me old pal Joe 
I like to see the lasses with their red scarves on 
I like to hear the Kopites roar 
But I don't have to tell that best of all 
Is when we see Liverpool sc-o-o-o-ore 

We've won the English League about a thousand times 
And Uefa was a simple do 
We've played some exhibitions in the FA Cup 
We are the Wembley Wizards too 
But when we won the European Cup in Rome 
Like we should have done years before 
We gathered down at Anfield 
Boys a hundred thousand strong 
To give the boys a welcome ho-om-me 

Kenny ohhh Kenny 
I'd walk a million miles for one of your goals
oh Kenny ohhh Kenny

(Mel: Dublin in the Rare Oul Times)

Raised on Rush and Hansen
Heroes of the Red
A brave Attacking football that 
left the rest for dead
The Hallowed Turf and trophies
The Kops chanted Rhymes
Were part of what was Anfield in 
the rare oul times

Ring a ring a rosie
As the light declines
We're a part of what was Anfield 
in the rare oul times

Standing on the Kop with friends
Singing, swaying too
Watching Reds with glory
But that was long ago
Now we watch in fear and anger
As money takes our game
And Anfield keeps on changing
Nothing seems the same
McDonalds before Shankly
Reebok Carlsberg too
And though we still feel angry
Theres nothing we can do
On the pitch theres hope again
Off it still declines
We"re a part of what was Anfield 
in the rare oul times

Ring a ring a rosie
As the light declines
We're a part of what was Anfield 
in the rare oul times

But we gave our hearts to Liverpool
And there they'll always stay
With a great undying passion
No money takes away
We'd live and die for Liverpool
But our hearts will always swell for
Shankly Paisley Fagan
And the old ground we loved so well

(Mel: Fields of Athenry)

Outside the Cardiff Walls, 
I heard a kopite calling 
Shankly, they have taken you away. 
But you left a great eleven, 
before you went to heaven, 
Now it's glory round the fields of Anfield South 

All round the fields of Anfield South 
Where once we saw the St. Michael score 
(and win the cup) 
With Doiufy on the wing 
We have dreams and songs to sing 
Of the glory round 
The fields of Anfield South...

(Mel: Mrs Robinson)


And here's to you, Slovan Liberec 
Liverpool loves you more than you will know 
(wo ho ho) 
God bless you please Rapid Bucharest 
Liverpool holds a place for those we play, 
(Hey, hey, hey, .... hey, hey, hey) 

Shanks took us into Europe back in 1965 
A dodgy ref cost us the game 
But Anfield's famous songs 
they kept on belting out 
As Inter shook to the Kop's name 

And here's to you Paris Saint Germain 
Bottles of wine just a pound a throw 
(wo ho ho) 
God bless you please Dynamo Kiev 
Expensive but the trip was worth the pay, 
(Hey, hey, hey, .... hey, hey, hey) 

We got to know Ferencvaros 
and Eintracht Frankfurt fans 
We helped them drink the night away. 
Look around and all they'd see 
were banners made of red. 
The famous Kopites singing off their heads. 

Allez allez les vertes St Etienne, 
Moenchengladbach, Bruges we so miss you 
(you hoo hoo) 
Where are you now Polands' Widzew Lodz 
The teams Bob's lads flew from Speke to play. 
(Allez Allez Allez Allez) 

Gerard had a Euro dream, the draw was never kind 
Roma, Porto, Barca then Alaves 
We could never beat those 
teams the papers always said 
but we had Macca's shiny baldy head 

Joe Fagan and his Mighty Reds 
Strode into Roma's Lion's den, (way back then) 
but we had Brucie and his wobbly legs 
And smokin' Joe took the Treble away, 
(hey hey hey .... the Treble away) 

Sitting on a sofa on a Thursday afternoon 
Watching the Champions League draw on TV 
Spanish, Swiss and Russian are 
the teams we'll have to play 
Till Sami liftsthe European Cup for us in May 

Where have you gone, Dynamo Dresden? 
The red and white Kop still remembers you 
(you hoo hoo) 
And we'll sing You'll Never Walk Alone 
As Europe falls to Liverpool once again 
(to our Redmen, the Mighty Redmen)

(Mel: Mull of Kintyre) 

Far have I travelled and much have I seen; 
The years spent in Europe now number twenty; 
While all those around us all fade and they tire; 
You will hear the Kop singing the reds never tire 

Chorus : 
The reds never tire, you'll hear the Kop singing, 
You'll play with the fire, that just keeps us winning, 
the Reds never tire

Now Everton are finished and Leeds they are dead; 
Benfica and Gladbach their faces are red; 
The cockneys are bottom they wont get much higher; 
But youll hear the Kop singing the Reds never tire 

(Chorus)

Now back in the sixties there Hunt and St john; 
With stevo and rowdie but sadly the're gone; 
Today we've got Micheal and Robbie on fire 
And you'll hear the Kop singing the reds never tire 

(Chorus)

(Mel: Lily Marlène)

Underneath the floodlights 
Down in Dusseldorf 
All the kop were singing 
Bevied up of course 
We've been to Lisbon and to Rome 
And our team "never walk alone" 
We're going off to Europe to bring the cup back home 

All the way from Anfield to the gates of Rome, 
All the way from Anfield to bring the trophy home, 
Nothing can stop us come what may, 
We'll have our say, this is our day, 
Liverpool's red army, 
Is marching on it's way

(Mel: We Ain't Got a Barrel of Money) 

Oh we've no longer Shankly and Paisley 
Or a horse that is gangly and crazy 
But we've Thommo and Ged 
Wearing the Red 
Side by Side 

Oh we're leaving the nineties behind us 
In Dortmund is where you will find us 
Wearing the Red 
With Thommo and Ged 
Side by side 

(Chorus) 

They'll win many trophies 
Just you wait and see 
Just like Shanks, Bob, Joe and Kenny 
They will win more than three 

So we're leaving the nineties behind us 
In Europe is where you will find us 
Just wearing the Red 
With Thommo and Ged 
SIDE BY SIDE

(Mel: Men of Harlech)

Stevie Heighway's always running 
John Toshack is always scoring 
Then you'll hear the Koptites roaring 
Toshack is our king 

Men of Anfield here's our story 
We have gone from great to glory 
We're the greatest team in Europe 
Toshack is our king! 

Steven Gerrard's always running 
Michael Owen's always scoring 
Then you'll hear the Koptites roaring 
Gerard is our king! 

Men of Anfield here's our story 
We have gone from great to glory 
We're the greatest team in England 
Gerard is our king! 

Danny Murphy's always running 
Michael Owen's always scoring 
Then you'll hear the kopites roaring 
Gerard is our king

Men of Anfield here's our story 
We have gone from great to glory 
We're the greatest team in England 
Gerard is our king!

(Mel: The Boys of the Old Brigade) 

Oh father why are you so sad, 
Your face so pale and fraught, 
When all us reds are proud and glad 
Of the team that we support. 
Oh son I see in memory's view 
Days of long ago you see, 
When we cheered and sang 
And from the Kop there rang, 
Songs of Liverpool FC. 

Where are the lads who stood with me 
At Milan and Etienne? 
Oh it grieves me that I will never see 
The Spion Kop again. 

From Cantril Farm the call to arms 
Was heard by one and all, 
And from Garston came brave young men 
To answer Shankly's call. 
I think of them at St Etienne 
Who made the rafters shake, 
And in 65, they brought the Kop alive 
And made poor Inter quake. 

Where are the lads who stood with me 
At Milan and Etienne? 
Oh it grieves me that I will never see 
The Spion Kop again. 

And so my son I've told you why 
On this dark day I sigh, 
As I recall great players all 
From the glory days gone by. 
Who played before the greatest fans 
Their singing never stopped, 
Oh they sang and cheered and Liverpool revered 
On the mighty Spion Kop. 

Where are the lads who stood with me 
At Milan and Etienne? 
Oh it grieves me that I will never see 
The Spion Kop again.

© Mattias Herner 2003-12 ©