Shrewsbury Town

Shrewsbury Town, the Salop side,
Where green and amber banners glide.
On Montgomery Waters Meadow’s grass,
Dreams of glory come to pass.

From Gay Meadow’s historic roar
To New Meadow’s modern shore,
The Shrews march on with steady tread,
Hearts as fierce as lion’s head.

Through rain‑slicked pitches and winter’s chill,
Fans in scarves stand brave and still—
Chanting “Come on you Shrews!” in unison,
A chorus loud, a loyal fusion.

Victory’s sweet, defeat’s a lesson,
Both etched deep in town’s expression.
So here’s to Shrewsbury Town, our pride,
Where football’s soul cannot be denied.