Sheffield Wednesday

Owls upon the Sheffield sky, Where the city's heartbeat lies. Hillsborough's slope, the Kop's loud cry, Underneath the Yorkshire sky.

Blue and white, the colours worn, Through the rain and summer sun. From the glory days reborn, To the battles fought and won.

Remember Wembley's shining day, Ninety-one, the Cup held high. Echoes of the away fray, Where the true Owls never die.

Not just trophies, but the fight, The Tuesday night, the Saturday roar. The steepest stand, the purest light, Forever wanting so much more.

Through the lean years, through the grey, Through the doubt and through the fear, The Wednesday way will never sway: "We are Wednesday, loud and clear."

So raise a scarf, sing loud and strong, For the Owls that take the flight. Hillsborough belongs to all who belong, To the Owls, forever bright.