Red, yellow and the spear,
The devil it bare but glorious we fair,
Win! win! ! we share,
Where loose pierced our heart in thirst,
Running on the rails through to our dreams,
Trumpets fancied on the theatre of dreams,
Glory! glory! ! we sung in history,
1998 it been kept as a seed,
Thou jealousy from the treble thy eyes bleed,
In unity I feed, in United I have been,
Climbing the ladders with Sir's and Charlton's,
An archives of waving trophies,
A famine land breeding groceries,
The reds side of counting histories,
Manchester! Manchester! ! we shouted,
The red side in United.
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