Blackburn Rovers

At Ewood Park the crowd does swell,
A sea of blue that sings and yells,
Where Rovers’ hearts beat strong and true—
The pride of Lancashire, through and through.

From factory floors to emerald pitch,
Their passion stitches every stitch,
A legacy of grit and grace,
Chasing glory in every chase.

The whistle blows, the net may shake,
Yet hope endures for Blackburn’s sake—
For every goal, each hard‑won fight,
Keeps the flame of Rovers burning bright.