Cove Rangers

Cove Rangers stride along the shore,
Where sea‑kissed winds blow through the park,
Their stripes of blue and amber roar,
A lively spark against the dark.

From Balmoral’s humble pitch they climb,
With grit that mirrors northern tide,
Each tackle fierce, each timely chime,
Echoes pride that cannot hide.

Fans gather ‘round the old stand’s rail,
Their chants rise like gulls in flight,
A chorus strong, a hearty tale,
Of hope that burns both day and night.

So here’s to Cove, the team that dares,
To chase the dream beyond the foam,
Where every pass and every flare
Writes love upon the northern home.