Doncaster Rovers

Green and white, the Keepmoat lights,
Doncaster Rovers on the night.
From Belle Vue’s echo to the modern pitch,
Fans roar like thunder, hearts that twitch.

A league of dreams, a clash of steel,
Each tackle tells a story real.
The Rovers march, with grit and grace,
Chasing glory in this hallowed space.

From Yorkshire’s hills to far‑away grounds,
The black‑and‑white spirit never downs.
So sing, you loyal, sing it loud—
Doncaster Rovers, make us proud.