Barnsley go marching on.
Glory, glory, glory Barnsley, Glory, glory, glory Barnsley, Glory, glory, glory Barnsley, And the Tykes go marching on, on, on…
Sung to our badly dressed foes, to the tune of the conga.
Sang against Boro after yet another victory against the small team in Yorkshire.
They make you feel sick, so you gotta sort it.