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Super ‘Well

‘Well, ‘Well, Super ‘Well
‘Well, ‘Well, Super ‘Well
‘Well, ‘Well, Super ‘Well
Super Motherwell

Since I Was young

Since I Was Young
I Followed On
Motherwell FC
The Team For Me!

Pride of Lanarkshire

We’re the pride of Lanarkshire
We’re the pride of Lanarkshire

Wherever You May Be

We are the Motherwell FC
We hate the Hearts and we hate Dundee
We will go wherever you may be
Cause we are the boys of the MFC

We Were there

When the ‘Well,
Went Up,
To lift the Scottish Cup,
We were there, we were there

Motherwell Motherwell Motherwell

Motherwell Motherwell Motherwell
Motherwell Motherwell Motherwe-ell
Motherwell Motherwell Motherwell
Motherwe-ell Mother-well

We Love You ‘Well

We love you ‘Well, We do
We love you ‘Well, We do
We love you ‘Well, We do
Oh Motherwell we love you!

Buckfast & Well Fans

Oh Motherwell–is wonderful
Oh Motherwell is wonderful
Its full of Buckfast and ‘well fans
Oh Motherwell is wonderful

Copeland Road

As I was walking down the copeland Road
I heard a mighty Clamour
For the boys in Blue
Got f****d 5-2
By the boys in claret and amber.

Fir Park Terraces

From the sloping fir park terraces
To the playing field so green
There’s eleven stalwart warriors
They’re the best you’ve ever seen
Ooh they may not be league champions

You make me happy

You are my ‘Well
My only ‘Well
You make me happy
When skies are grey
You’ll know never just
How much I love you
So please don’t take my Motherwell away

Joe Wark Knew my Father

Joe Wark Knew my Father
My Father Knew Joe Wark

The Fir Park Terracing

From the slopes of the Fir Park terracing
onto it’s playing fields so green;
There’s eleven stalwart warriors,
the best you’ve ever seen.
Tho’ they may not be league champions
Or not even runner’s up
They have humbled mighty Sassenachs
in the old Texaco Cup.
For they halted Stoke’s endeavour,
in a hard and bitter fight;
Then they thrashed the Spurs of Tottenham,
on a cold November night;
So applaud those gallant warriors
with a loud triumphant yell;
And always speak in reverance,
on the mighty Motherwell.
Then bring on Wolves or Derry
As it matters not at all;
For the answer to each one of them,
has the writing on the wall.
And we the staunch supporters,
are always proud to tell;
Of the wonderful achievements of
the mighty Motherwell.

Up The ‘Well

We’re the boys from the ‘Well
And We’re doing very well
You will find us at Fir Park
The home of foo-ootball
Of the Steelmen we are proud
Shout their praises long and loud
We will follow them wherever they may go
Up the ‘Well we will shout
As the Gers and Celts we rout
We’ve the spirit and the skill
To set them reeling
Claret & Amber colours true,
Far ahead of green & blue
They’ll remember Motherwell
For many a day
Fae the tap o’ the toon
Tae the Cross and further down,
You can hear the roar that greets
You through the tunnel
Then the ref his whistle blows,
And the more the volume grows,
As we hail the Scottish team
That beats them all.
You may travel far and wide,
Watch the Thistle or the Clyde,
Or the Hearts and Hibs
At Easter Road in combat,
But we’d cross both sea and surf,
just to view the Fir Park turf,
Or to cheer the Steelmen
On to victory