Southend United

Roots Hall on a Saturday, Where the Thames winds wide and grey, Blue Army voices raise a song, Where the Shrimpers fight and belong.

From the shrimping boats of yore, To the terraces we roar, Estuary air, salt and keen, In our hearts, the crown is seen.

Through the wins and through the dread, When the net is bulging, or when threadbare, Faithful hearts refuse to part, Beating strong with Shrimper's grit.

So we stand, come foul or fair, With the Essex wind in our hair, Roots Hall echoes, loud and long, Southend United, Shrimpers strong.