“the rangers” by The Holy Poet

“the rangers”.                                   10^th September 2016.

When your legs don’t work like they used to

And don’t keep in sync with your brain,

You’ll end up playing for “the rangers”

And find that it’s not worth the pain.

You find yourself flying into tackles

Then find every tackle’s too late

And when you’re eventually ready to leave there

You find that they’ve locked all the gates!

But there’s always the times you remember

When “you were the best in the land” !!!!

And to make sure the world was listening

You posed with an Orange flute band.

And your fans belted out all their bigotry

How they near drowned in some Fenian blood

And the dressing room chanted that hatred

With some barrister known as M’Lud.

But you were gutted it wasn’t reported

No more is there succulent lamb

Your canteen’s pre-match special luncheon

Is a plateful of fritters and spam!

And as you sip on your own branded whisky

With a big Yoonion Jack by your name

Just remember what you do for Scotland

You do nothing but put us to shame.

And the toilets you wrecked up at Celtic

Did you visit with the intention of war?

Or did you stop and gaze in amazement

And think – what the fuck are these for?

There are plenty who follow “the rangers”

Who are decent, upright and proud

But the ones who watched their team get battered

Are just scum in an unruly crowd!

So if you’re wondering why nobody likes you

Take a good look at some of your fans

They’re Scottish and sick of your Yoonion

And the hatred you show to their land!

The Holy Poet.