Oxford United

At the Kassam’s humble ground, where the Oxon breeze does sigh,
Oxford United stride in white, their hopes beneath the sky.
From the chant of the faithful throng to the echo of each boot,
They chase the leather, heart and soul, in every fierce pursuit.

The Yellows’ roar, a steady tide, rolls over terraced stone,
While dreams of glory flicker bright, like lanterns thrown alone.
In every tackle, every pass, the city’s pride is spun—
A tale of grit, of town and gown, beneath the Oxford sun.

So here’s to United, stalwart and true,
May your colours fly, your spirit breach the blue.
For in the heart of Oxford’s streets, where scholars meet the game,
Your name is writ in fervent cheer—Oxford United’s flame.