Ill sing you a song, a west ham united song,It then finishes with a short but sweet
We beat the Villa we beat West Brom,
orient the Swans and Ever-ton,
but most of all, we beat the Arse-en-nal,
we like to sing, Trevor Brooking is the King,
he dummies he jinks he shakes his arse,
He beats the fullback and plays the pass,
Crossy runs in and does the goalie in.
There’ll always be a West ham, and west ham shall be free, if West Ham means as much to you as west ham means to me
Further down track 5 is a what could be described as a West Ham United Folk song, click HERE to listen
Let me tell you the story of a poor boy
Sent away far away from his home
To fight for his king and country
And also the old folks back home
So they put him in a London battalion
Sent away to a far foreign land
Where the flies swarm around in their thousands
And there is nothing to see but the sand
And the battle it started next morning
Under a Libyan sun
We remember an East London Tommy
Shot to death by an old German Gun
And as he lay on the Battle field dying
With the blood rushing out of his head
As he laid on the battle field dying
Oh these were the last words he said
Oh West Ham United are my true love
I have followed them home and away
On the North Bank The Shed and the Paxton
Until now its my dying day
May the claret and blue be triumphant
Win the league win the cup be the best
Beat the Arsenal the Chelsea and the Tottenham
The Scousers the mancs and the rest
May the North bank and South bank keep singing
And the chicken Run sway side to side
And the West Side keep those bells a Ringing
And with that the brave Cockney Died
May the North bank and South bank keep singing
And the chicken Run sway side to side
And the West Side keep those bells a ringing
And with that the brave Cockney Died
Just reading these words do not do the songs justice but hopefully it may make you seek them out, trust me it is worth it.
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