Hartlepool United

Hartlepool United, in teal they stand,
On Victoria’s hallowed, windswept sand.
The Monkey Hangers roar from the stand,
A chorus fierce, a loyal band.

Through rain‑slicked pitch and winter’s bite,
They chase the ball with grit and might.
Each tackle sings a northern song,
Of pride that’s deep, of hearts that strong.

From the old ground’s echo to the new,
Dreams are stitched in every hue.
The faithful keep the flame alight,
Guiding the Pools through day and night.

So here’s to Hartlepool, steadfast and true,
A teal‑and‑white thread in football’s crew.
May your passes glide, your goals take flight,
Under the North Sea’s ever‑watchful light.