Millwall

At the Den, where the river sighs,
Red and blue banners flutter under grey skies,
Millwall’s roar, a lion’s low growl,
Echoes through streets where the dockworkers prowl.

From the terraces’ chant to the clash of the tackle,
Every match writes a story, rugged and stalwart,
In the heart of East London, where grit meets the game,
The Lions march on, bearing pride in their name.

So here’s to the club that never backs down,
To the fans who stand firm, wearing colours of town,
Millwall—steadfast, unyielding, forever true—
A footballing spirit that’s British through and through.