Aston Villa

Claret and blue, the colours of pride,
At Villa Park where hopes reside,
The Holte End roars, a loyal tide,
Singing for the Villans far and wide.

From Witton’s lanes to Birmingham’s heart,
The club’s story never wants to part,
Each tackle fierce, each pass an art,
A fight for honour, a beating heart.

They’ve chased the dream of glory’s gleam,
Through seasons bright and winters’ extreme,
With every goal, a fan’s esteem,
Forever chasing the Premier League’s supreme.

So raise a glass, let voices blend,
For Aston Villa – till the very end.