Neath toiled blankets of leafy dreams Tribes of giants awake from earthy slumber Under pitch of the early morning, Pulling armour over their Northern starred eyes which flood lights onto the undrained battle plains of destiny, these soon to be heroes and warriors Coming to arms under oath of The crossbones and cranium’s Flag of unity in the face of mutiny Living by a Democratic Republic of Sport ideology That all can move to shake the bridges we dare cross, That all have a chance to be part of something. To build a family from the beanstalks of our youth. As we bond in these groups these microcosms are catalysts To raise the next generation into the boots these giants Because our goods are our people Sport, is what we pirates of the south trade in A currency that drips from the tongue
Of the Echo boys’ noises Of every person in every pub Praising the local one in your club Coming together to be proud of something As our roots sprawl together from different parts of this land, We wear our tribal colours independently But together we are one with the team of UCC We stand in the face of ad-ver-sity. Perhaps to those who look from afar we seem to not to scrape the sky But we are the children of a deep cut legacy One that divides us north and south One that sets us apart from the rest of the world A muscle of history that makes us one of a kind Defying the size of source with the pride on our chest Belief in our heart And sport in our bones, We were born and bred to be unstoppable.