Sung to the tune of 'Sean South from Garryowen', a rebel song about an IRA volunteer who was shot dead in 1956 while attempting to attack an RUC base in Northern Ireland.

Lyrics

Twas on a cold December's day Back in 1959 When a man came down from Hudersfield Town To lead the Anfield line He bought Yeats from Dundee and St. John And the football world was shook This man he became a legend Bill Shankly from Glenbuck. On the Kop we'd sway and sing Till our hearts would burst with pride And Shanks he made a pact with us To build another side With Keegan, Tosh and Steve Heighway The great man kept his word Then in '74 he bade farewell Our dear old Scottish Laird. Now when Shanks was gone we sang walk on But feared we'd walk alone, The search was on to find the one Who could fill the masters throne. The one we crowned became renowned Throughout the football game Three European Cups, six championships, Bob Paisley was his name. Now when Bob stepped down he left his crown Inside his Anfield home Joe Fagan came and brought new fame With a treble won in Rome Though the Heysel year left Joe in tears, The following year he'd sing, When we won the league and FA Cup And Kenny was our king. When he played in red Bob Paisley said He's the best he'd ever seen And the team he built in 88 Ruled the football league supreme. And when Hillsborough left us all bereaved And the Kop bedecked in flowers, Kenny proved he truly was a king In Anfield's darkest hour. Now the mantles being past to a man from France And it's Houllier we praise. As the reds walk on, the Kops in song And we savour glory days Days of ball to feet, of victory sweet Days of passion, guile and fire The legacy of one so great Bill Shankly from Ayshire.