Glentoran

Glentoran

In Belfast’s heart where emerald pitches gleam,
The Oval hums beneath a sky of grey,
Red‑white stripes march on, a steadfast dream,
As fans raise voices in the bright‑day fray.

Through winter’s bite and summer’s gentle gleam,
The Glensmen chase the leather, swift and true,
Each tackle, pass, a whispered, fervent theme—
A legacy that pulses, old and new.

From historic triumphs to the hopes yet born,
Glentoran’s song endures, forever worn.