Songbook

Here are some of the songs and chants we share with our team, the visitors and especially the visitors keepers.  Printed versions are usually available at the pre-match pint or in the Bravehearts End at the game.


Please be aware that many songs we sing use adult language. If we were a movie we would probably be PG-13 so if you are too young and/or sensitive please click here.

We'll be comin'
We'll be comin'. We'll be comin'.
We'll be comin', down the road.
When you hear the noise of the Lake Side Buoys,
We'll be comin', down the road.

We'll be drinkin’... on the bus...

We’ll be pissin’... through the fence...

We’ll be zap-strapp’d...in the tank...

Community service ... for the team...

We'll be comin'... down the road...


Long Ride, Home on the Ferry! (tune: It's a long Way to Tipperary)
It's a long ride, home on the ferry!
It's a long way to go!
It's a long ride, home on the ferry,
When your losing on the road!
Go home, and cry to mommy,
Nev-er more to roam.
It's a long long ride home on the ferry,
It's a long ride, GO HOME!


Pants Free (tune: Lord of the Dance)
Ohhhhhhhhhh....
Pants free, wherever you may be, we are the High-land-ers F.C.
We don't give a toss whoever you may be, we are High-land-ers F.C.



Patrick's Hymn (33rd Minute) (tune: Amazing Grace)
Amazing pace! How swift the play,
When Gawyrs scored that goal.
Their keeper learned upon that day,
To fear our own dear Pole.
'Twas Paddy taught the keep' to fear,
And make our hearts relieved.
How precious did that goal appear,
That day we all believed!
The earth may soon dissolve like snow,
The sun may cease to shine;
But Paddy's touch into the goal,
Will be forever fine.


From the Shores of Langford (tune: From the Halls of Montezuma)
From the shores of sunny Langford,
To our favorite local pub.
We will wear our hearts upon our sleeve,
We will give them all our love.
For the Highlanders in black and gold,
Make us proud to see them play.
They will always be our Highlanders,
We are with them all the way.


Where the f--k?
Where the f--k is Abbotsford?
<clap, clap, clap, clap-clap>
Where the f--k is Abbotsford?
<clap, clap, clap, clap-clap>
Where the f--k is Abbotsford?
<clap, clap, clap, clap-clap>
Where the f--k is Abbotsford?
<clap, clap, clap, clap-clap>

Change for other teams.


We Are Here
Lake Side buoys we are here wo-oh,
Lake Side buoys we are here wo-oh,
Lake Side buoys we are here,
Shag yer women and drink yer beer,
Wo-oh, wo-oh, oh.

We are black, we are white ...
... We are f--kin dy-no-mite...

Can you hear the Whitecaps sing? No -oh...
... We can’t hear a f--kin thing...


Victoria  (by the Kinks)
Vic-tooo-ree-ah, Vic-tooo-ree-ah,
Victoria, Victoria
(repeat with arms raised in “V”)


Cascade Surge?  (Tune: Has Anybody Seen My Gal?)
Four foot two,
Dressed in blue,
Doesn't seem to have a clue.
What the f--ks a "Cascade Surge"?


Oh Yakima(Tune: Oh, Christmas Tree)
Oh Yakima, oh Yakima, you're a bunch of tossers.
Oh Yakima, oh Yakima, you're a bunch of tossers.
Dressed up like a candy-cane.
Falling down, like you're in pain.
Oh Yakima, oh Yakima, you're a bunch of tossers.


When you’re...  (tune: That’s Amore)
When you’re blue and you’re white and you’re playing is shite.
You’re from Kitsap.

When you’re white and you’re black and you’re mom’s on her back.
You’re from Abbotsford.
(etc.)


Oh Abbotsford
(Tune: Oh, Christmas Tree)
Oh Abbotsford, oh Abbotsford, you're playin’ like a pile o’turd.
Oh Abbotsford, oh Abbotsford, you're playin’ like a pile o’turd.
Came over on the bus and boat,
You never had a f--kin hope.
Oh Abbotsford, oh Abbotsford, you're playin’ like a pile o’turd.


Better Dead than Red (Tune: When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again)
I'd rather be dead than f--kin red, hoorah hoorah.
I'd rather be dead than f--kin red, hoorah hoorah.
I'd rather be dead than f--kin red.
You must be off your f--cking head,
La la la la, diddly dum di dooo.

 Wings of a Seagull (Tune: My Bonny Lies over the Ocean) - thanks to Abe from the Timbers Army for this one.
If I had the wings of a Seagull, if I had the ass of a cow,
I'd fly over Seattle tomorrow, and sh-t on those bastards below. (BE-LOW)
Sh-t on! Sh-t on! Sh-t on those bastards below. (BE-LOW)
Sh-t on! Sh-t on! Sh-t on those bastards below. (BE-LOW)