Barry Town United

Jenner Park on a Saturday grey, Where the green and white kit comes out to play. The smell of hot pie, the terraces' hum, A familiar rhythm, welcoming some.

C'mon Barry! rings sharp through the air, From the old-timers' stance to the youngsters there. No flashy floodlights, no millionaire's sprawl, Just honest endeavour, giving their all.

The wet grass gleams 'neath the winter light, As they chase every ball, wrong or right. A tackle, a pass, a hopeful flight, For the honour of Barry, both day and night.

It's not about glory, or trophics grand, But the heart in the chest of this Welsh working band. In every pass, every shouted refrain, Lives the spirit that fuels Barry Town United again.