The Blue Sea of Ibrox

I've Sailed The Wild Atlantic
Crossed The Broad Pacific Shore
I've Sailed Around The Stormy Capes
And Heard The Forty's Roar
I've Plied The Indian Ocean
I've Sailed The China Sea
But There's A Sea Back Home In Scotland
More Than All The Rest To Me It's The Blue Blue Blue Sea Of Ibrox
It's The Greatest Sight
That I Have Ever Seen
It's The Blue Blue Blue Sea Of Ibrox
And It's Part Of Every Rangers Players Dream No More I'll Sail The Seven Seas
No More I'll Ever Roam
No More I'll Feel The Urge Again
I'm Back Where I Belong
At Three O'clock Each Saturday
I'll Join The Mighty Throng
With Flags And Banners All Around
I'll Proudly Sing This Song It's The Blue Blue Blue Sea Of Ibrox
It's The Greatest Sight
That I Have Ever Seen
It's The Blue Blue Blue Sea Of Ibrox
And It's Part Of Every Rangers Players Dream.

Follow Follow

Though The Straits Be Broad Or Narrow,
Then Follow We Will, Follow We Will, Follow We Will,
Though The Streets Be Broad Or Narrow,
Then Follow We Will, We Will Follow In The Footsteps Of Our Team
Follow Follow We Will Follow Rangers,
Everywhere, Anywhere We Will Follow On,
Follow Follow We Will Follow Rangers,
If They Go To Dublin We Will Follow On,
For There's Not A Team Like The Glasgow Rangers,
No Not One, And There Never Shall Be One,
Celtic Know All About Their Troubles,
We Will Fight Till The Day Is Done,
For There's Not A Team Like The Glasgow Rangers,
No Not One, And There Never Shall Be One,
Follow Follow We Will Follow Rangers,
Everywhere, Anywhere We Will Follow On,
Follow Follow We Will Follow Rangers,,
Should They Go To Dublin We Will Follow On.

The Blue Flag

Hello Hello, How Do You Do,
We Are The Boys In Royal Blue,
Where E'er We Go, We Fear No Foe,
We'll Keep The Blue Flag Flying High,
Oh Flying High Up In The Sky,
We'll Keep The Blue Flag Flying High,
Where E'er We Go, We Fear No Foe,
We'll Keep The Blue Flag Flying High.

La Reve Passe

See them march on, marching on through the years of History
Heads held on high, for the jersey they would do or die
Fight fight for right, play the game wear the badge of glory
Win lose or draw, well thats the Glasgow Rangers story
See them march on, banners high as they fly before you
Loyal and true, on their way to cheer the boys in blue
Follow they will, marching on through the songs of glory
Win lose or draw, well thats the Glasgow Rangers story


I've Sailed The Wild Atlantic
Crossed The Broad Pacific Shore
I've Sailed Around The Stormy Capes
And Heard The Forty's Roar
I've Plied The Indian Ocean
I've Sailed The China Sea
But There's A Sea Back Home In Scotland
More Than All The Rest To Me It's The Blue Blue Blue Sea Of Ibrox
It's The Greatest Sight
That I Have Ever Seen
It's The Blue Blue Blue Sea Of Ibrox
And It's Part Of Every Rangers Players Dream No More I'll Sail The Seven Seas
No More I'll Ever Roam
No More I'll Feel The Urge Again
I'm Back Where I Belong
At Three O'clock Each Saturday
I'll Join The Mighty Throng
With Flags And Banners All Around
I'll Proudly Sing This Song It's The Blue Blue Blue Sea Of Ibrox
It's The Greatest Sight
That I Have Ever Seen
It's The Blue Blue Blue Sea Of Ibrox
And It's Part Of Every Rangers Players Dream.


Follow Follow

Though The Straits Be Broad Or Narrow,
Then Follow We Will, Follow We Will, Follow We Will,
Though The Streets Be Broad Or Narrow,
Then Follow We Will, We Will Follow In The Footsteps Of Our Team
Follow Follow We Will Follow Rangers,
Everywhere, Anywhere We Will Follow On,
Follow Follow We Will Follow Rangers,
If They Go To Dublin We Will Follow On,
For There's Not A Team Like The Glasgow Rangers,
No Not One, And There Never Shall Be One,
Celtic Know All About Their Troubles,
We Will Fight Till The Day Is Done,
For There's Not A Team Like The Glasgow Rangers,
No Not One, And The

There was once a day, but old Time wasythen young,
That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line,
From some of your northern deities sprung,
(Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine?)
From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain,
To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would:
Her heav'nly relations there fixed her reign,
And pledg'd her their godheads to warrant it good.

A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war,
The pride of her kindred, the heroine grew:
Her grandsire, old Odin, triumphantly swore, -
"Whoe'er shall provoke thee, th' encounter shall rue!"
With tillage or pasture at times she would sport,
To feed her fair flocks by her green rustling corn;
But chiefly the woods were her fav'rite resort,
Her darling amusement, the hounds and the horn.

Long quiet she reigned; till thitherward steers
A flight of bold eagles from Adria's strand:
Repeated, successive, for many long years,
They darken'd the air, and they plunder'd the land:
Their pounces were murder, and terror their cry,
They'd conquer'd and ruin'd a world beside;
She took to her hills, and her arrows let fly,
The daring invaders they fled or they died.

The Cameleon-Savage disturb'd her repose,
With tumult, disquiet, rebellion, and strife;
Provok'd beyond bearing, at last she arose,
And robb'd him at once of his hopes and his life:
The Anglian lion, the terror of France,
Oft prowling, ensanguin'd the Tweed's silver flood;
But, taught by the bright Caledonian lance,
He learned to fear in his own native wood.

The fell Harpy-raven took wing from the north,
The scourge of the seas, and the dread of the shore;
The wild Scandinavian boar issued forth
To wanton in carnage and wallow in gore:
O'er countries and kingdoms their fury prevail'd,
No arts could appease them, no arms could repel;
But brave Caledonia in vain they assail'd,
As Largs well can witness, and Loncartie tell.

Thus bold, independent, unconquer'd, and free,
Her bright course of glory for ever shall run:
For brave Caledonia immortal must be;
I'll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun:
Rectangle-triangle, the figure we'll chuse:
The upright is Chance, and old Time is the base;
But brave Caledonia's the hypothenuse;
Then, ergo, she'll match them, and match them always.

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!

I'm truly sorry man's dominion,
Has broken nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't!

Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell-
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.

That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld!

But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men
Gang aft agley,
An'lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!

Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my e'e.
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!