Hull City

Hull City

At the KC Stadium’s amber glow,
The Tigers prowl on Yorkshire’s soil,
Their striped kit a steady show
Against the North Sea’s restless toil.

From Boothferry’s old, beloved ground
To the modern roar that shakes the stand,
Fans chant with hearts both proud and sound,
A tide of black and amber brand.

Through promotion’s cheer and relegation’s sting,
They cling to hope, to dreams, to fight—
Each goal a spark, each save a wing
That lifts the city’s lingering light.

So here’s to Hull, the port’s own pride,
Where football flows like Humber’s tide.