Oh, Danny Boy, the goals, the goals are calling
From northbank to clockend, and down the western side....
The summer's gone, and the spurs are falling,
It's you, it's you must score for the greatest London side....
But come ye back when autumn's in the meadow,
Or when the Grove is hushed and white with snow,
Gooners will be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, because we love you so!
THE ARSENAL, THE ARSENAL.....


