There’s a football club on Wearside called Sunderland AFC

To many that means nothing, but it’s everything to me

Some people call them Black Cats, Makems or other fads

But to true believers everywhere they'll always be "The Lads"

It was 19th century school teachers who got things off the ground

We played in blue, defeats were few for the finest team around

Then to the Football League we rose to challenge teams anew

Like Everton, Wolves, and Villa, to mention but a few

And so to the 1890s and Sunderland’s years of glory

The records and the history books forever tell our storey

In red and white, with goals galore, the Football League we graced

By taking on all others,to Championships we raced

At this time the football club laid down another mark

With a move of ground from Newcastle Road to dear old Roker Park

With wooden stands and grandstand seats and room for many more

It soon gave birth and life to that famous Roker Roar

Success was hard to come by in between the wars

Even though great players signed up to join the cause

With Buchan, Gurney and Halliday, we always found the net

But despite the players best efforts, fans hopes could not be met

But come the 1930’s, with Johnny Cochrane at the fore

We won the title and the Cup, we really were top drawer

May Day of ’37 was a Coronation Year

But it was Wembley’s 3-1 scoreline that raised a joyous cheer

The League and Cup were suspended because of World War 2

There was bomb damage to Roker Park as hostilities grew

But worse was to follow, even with our Prince of Clown

Dumped out of the FA Cup by lowly Yeovil Town

The 1950’s came along and brought our darkest hour

Relegation, the very first, it tasted oh so sour

It was Alan Brown who oversaw that terrible event

For our once proud record had taken a fateful dent

It took 6 years for Bomber Brown to plan and bring us back

With Brian Clough scoring goals, for which he had the knack

From six yards out he’d net the ball with a clinical stab

And can we forget that half back line of Harvey, Hurley and McNab

The decade of the 70’s brought us highs and low

Cup winners with the Messiah – Newcastle’s Bob Stokoe

Ian’s right foot clincher, Monty’s double save

Memories to cherish and take with us to the grave

But failure to command a top flight place

Brought yo-yo years for us to face

For many fans this straw was the last

The team failed to compare with our glorious past

But fortune brought a saviour to our side

And fans signed up for Niall’s carpet ride

With his charm and guile our future looked bright

Expectations ran high at the Stadium of Light

In came Keano to give us a lift

Bringing promotion as a welcome gift

Alas his stay was short and sweet

But at least, we’d joined football’s elite

From here on in it’s highs and lows

Wembley visits, relegation woes

Six in a row against you know who

The great escapes, but wins were few

Changing managers at the drop of a hat

Experience proving what good is that

A club in freefall, hurtling to the drop

Not knowing when the agony will stop

A double relegation was our reward

For total miss management and utter discord

Ignominy and ridicule for the world to see

Permanently recorded on Netflix TV

The 'Three Amigos' then gave it a try

But within two years it was a case of bye bye

They tried two managers to stop the rot

But still League One is what’ve got

So if seasons to come are something to dread;’

What is the point of looking ahead

To maintain sanity and to cope with the flak

Perhaps it’s better to just look back

Our history is littered with great players of the past

Whose fame and heroics will forever last

Like Super Kev, King Gary Rowell and full-back Julio

Wee Bobby Kerr, Captain Stan and the sublime Horatio

Many others have served our club so well

And to some of you, their names may even ring a bell

James Allan for one, let’s not forget, since he began it all

Craig Russell and Pop Robson the flying pig Siddall

Ted Doig, Hughie Wilson, Billy Hogg and Len Duns

Patsy the mighty atom, Dennis Tueart’s mazy runs

Peter Reid, Alex Ray, who were never out fought

Then there’s Chairman Bob and Yankee Ellis Short

Lion Lenny, Kevin Ball and Scotsman little Nick

Ferocious Joe, imperious Todd and bustling Vic

There’s Marco, Benno and battling Johnny Kay

Many more deserve a mention, not forgetting Micky Gray

Who can explain this passion for Sunderland AFC

The heartache and the joy, the misery and the glee

We look to the future sharing the same dream

And carry Sunderland in our hearts, truly A Love Supreme