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Super 'Well
'Well, 'Well, Super 'Well
| 'Well, 'Well, Super 'Well
| 'Well, 'Well, Super 'Well
| Super Motherwell
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Pride of Lanarkshire
We're the pride of Lanarkshire
| We're the pride of Lanarkshire
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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
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We Were there
When the 'Well,
| Went Up,
| To lift the Scottish Cup,
| We were there, we were there
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Motherwell Motherwell Motherwell
Motherwell Motherwell Motherwell
| Motherwell Motherwell Motherwe-ell
| Motherwell Motherwell Motherwell
| Motherwe-ell Mother-well
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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!
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Buckfast & Well Fans
Oh Motherwell--is wonderful
| Oh Motherwell is wonderful
| Its full of Buckfast and 'well fans
| Oh Motherwell is wonderful
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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.
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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
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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
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Joe Wark Knew my Father
Joe Wark Knew my Father
| My Father Knew Joe Wark
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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;
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| 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.
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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
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| 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
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| Frae the tap o' the toon
| Tae the Cross and further doon,
| You can hear the roar that greets
| You through the tunnel
| Then the ref his whistle blows,
| And the more he volume grows,
| As we hail the Scottish team
| That beats them all.
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| 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
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