(Sung to the tune of the William Tell Overture,
a riotous post-match victory anthem)


Come away, come away with William Tell
Come away, from the land we loved so well
What a day, what a day when the apple fell
For Tell of Switzerland


The mistle and the sleeping brook
Have taken on a war like look
and yet we'll beat them with the plough
And we'll reap the harvest now.
Na, Na, Na, Na. . . .. . . . . . .. . .. . . . .