Piłka Nożnaa

1. Glory Glory Man United
Glory, glory, Man United, Glory, glory, Man United, Glory, glory, Man United, And the reds go marching on, on, on.
Just like the Busby Babes in Days gone by We'll keep the Red Flags flying high You've got to see yourself from far and wide You've got to hear the masses sing with pride
United! Man United! We're the boys in Red and we're on our way to Wem-ber-ly Wem-ber-ly! Wem-ber-ly! We're the famous Man United and we're going to Wem-ber-ly Wem-ber-ly! Wem-ber-ly! We're the famous Man United and we're going to Wem-ber-ly
In Seventy-Seven it was Docherty Atkinson will make it Eighty-Three And everyone will know just who we are They'll be singing 'Que Sera Sera'
United! Man United! We're the boys in Red and we're on our way to Wem-ber-ly Wem-ber-ly! Wem-ber-ly! We're the famous Man United and we're going to Wem-ber-ly Wem-ber-ly! Wem-ber-ly! We're the famous Man United and we're going to Wem-ber-ly
Glory Glory Man United Glory Glory Man United Glory Glory Man United As the Reds Go Marching On! On! On! (3x)



2. The Flowers of Manchester
One cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany, Eight great football stalwarts conceded victory, Eight men who will never play again who met destruction there, The flowers of English football, the flowers of Manchester
Matt Busby's boys were flying, returning from Belgrade, This great United family, all masters of their trade, The Pilot of the aircraft, the skipper Captain Thain, Three times they tried to take off and twice turned back again.
The third time down the runaway disaster followed close, There was a slush upon that runaway and the aircraft never rose, It ploughed into the marshy ground, it broke, it overturned. And eight of the team were killed as the blazing wreckage burned.
Roger Byrne and Tommy Taylor who were capped for England's side. And Ireland's Billy Whelan and England's Geoff Bent died, Mark Jones and Eddie Colman, and David Pegg also, They all lost their lives as it ploughed on through the snow.
Big Duncan he went to, with an injury to his frame, And Ireland's brave Jack Blanchflower will never play again, The great Sir Matt Busby lay there, the father of his team Three long months passed by before he walked again.
The trainer, coach and secretary, and a member of the crew, Also eight sporting journalists who with United flew, and one of them Big Swifty, who we'll ne'er forget, the finest English 'keeper that ever graced the net.
Oh, England's finest football team its record truly great, its proud successes mocked by a cruel turn of fate. Eight men will never play again, who met destruction there, the flowers of English football, the flowers of Manchester
The Red Flag
United's flag is deepest red, It shrouded all our Munich dead, Before their limbs grew stiff and cold, Their heart's blood dyed it's ev'ry fold.
Then raise United's banner high, Beneath it's shade we'll live and die, So keep the faith and never fear, We'll keep the Red Flag flying here.
We'll never die, we'll never die, We'll never die, we'll never die, We'll keep the Red flag flying high, 'Cos Man United will never die



3. United Calypso
If ever they are playing in your town, You must get to that football ground Take a lesson come and see, Football taught by Matt Busby Manchester, Manchester United A bunch of bouncing Busby Babes, They deserve to be knighted!