Kelty Hearts

Kelty Hearts

On the fringe of Fife where the green hills sigh,
The Kelty Hearts take flight beneath a Scots‑blue sky.
Their striped jerseys flash like clouds across the pitch,
A chorus of voices—loyal, fierce, and rich.

From the historic New Central Park they roar,
Boots thudding rhythm on the well‑trod floor.
Every pass a promise, each tackle a creed,
Defence steadfast as the ancient oak seed.

Fans in scarves of navy and white entwine,
Singing anthems that echo through ancient pine.
When the ball finds the net, the town erupts—
A joyous tide that never ceases, never stops.

Through victory’s gleam or defeat’s cold sting,
The Kelty Hearts endure—eternal spring.
In every heartbeat, in every chant,
Lies the spirit of Kelty, brave and staunch.