Forfar Athletic

At Glebe Park the hills descend,
Where Forfar Athletic’s colours blend—
A shirt of blue, a splash of white,
They chase the ball from dawn till night.

The supporters raise a steady chant,
Their voices ringing, bold and grant,
Through misty morn and rainy gleam,
They dream of glory, fierce and supreme.

Each tackle’s grit, each pass a thread,
Weaving hopes where legends tread,
From lowly leagues to cup’s bright flare,
The Loons march on beyond compare.

So here’s to Forfar, stout and true,
A heart that beats in Angus blue—
May every goal ignite the sky,
And pride in every fan never die.