Oh say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
The Cunard Building so proud and so white.
Meet the four lads who set the world on fire.
At Lime Street there’s Doddy, a Liverpool Squire.

The Liver Birds look over our port with pride,
Watching ships on the Mersey soothingly glide.
Regenerated, our City is an attraction for many.
It’s come a long way from the time of Her Benny.

Our teams are revered all over the wide world.
In grounds all over Europe our flags are unfurled.
Backing Everton or Liverpool, it matters not one jot.
We’re scousers, proud and happy with our lot.

God save our gracious team, long live our noble team.
God save our team. Send them victorious,
Happy and glorious, long to reign over us.
God save our team.

The people of Liverpool are now spread all around.
In Halewood, Skem and Kirkby they’re found.
They’ve never lost their unique sense of humour.
So many Scouse comedians and the odd old crooner.

Standing in town you’re forgiven for being tearful,
As you watch those scousers, all quite cheerful.
Something in their DNA makes a scouser distinctive.
They’re quick witted, generous and so instinctive.

A Scouser will always give you a helping hand.
If you’re in need, shoulder to shoulder they’ll stand.
Scousers are stimulating, brash and exciting.
With their backs to the wall they come out fighting.

An anthem for Liverpool is just what we need.
A celebration of the scouse blood that we bleed.
It’s Scouse not English that we learned in school,
So let’s all stridently chant, ‘We Love You Liverpool.’