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Nottingham Forest Team Songs
City ground
(To the tune of `Mull of Kintyre)
Far have we travelled
And much have we seen
Goodison, Anfield are places we've been
Maine Road, Old Trafford still echo to the sounds
Of the boys in the Red shirts from City Ground
City Ground
Oh mist rolling in from the Trent
My desire is always to be there
On City Ground
Hello, hello
(To the tune of `Marching through Georgia)
Hello, hello, we are the Trent End boys
Hello, hello you'll know us by our noise
We are the best team in the land
That no one can deny
We all follow the Forest
Stevie Stone
Stevie Stone, Stevie Stone
Stevie, Stevie Stone
He's got no hair, but we don't care
Stevie, Stevie Stone
We hate Derby
We hate Derby and we hate Derby
We hate Derby and we hate Derby
We are the Derby
Haters
Sheep shaggers
Sheep, sheep, sheep shaggers
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
(Well, if Derby will go and call themselves the Rams, they can't
expect much better)
We hate Derby
Away in a manger
No crib for a bed
The little lord Jesus
Woke up and he said...
We hate Derby and we hate Derby
We hate Derby and we hate Derby
We are the Derby
Haters
Where's your caravan?
(To the tune of `Where's Your Mama Gone?)
Where's your caravan, where's your caravan?
(Usually aimed at opposing players of 'gipsy' appearance)
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