Himno

Here comes Galicia, the best team out
Here comes Barcelona, Madrid, Seville, Valencia,
Pamplona and Marbella trying to do us out
Here comes Sebas, up along the wing
and he knocks down the goalie, and ball rolls in
It’s a great old thing to pray for
It’s a great old thing to know
We don’t care whether we win, lose or draw
What the dickens do we care for all
We know there’s going to be a match
and the good old Fillos will be there
When the beer is on the table we’ll be there, we’ll be there
Whe the corks is off the bottles,
we’ll be shoving ’em down our throttles
When the beer is on the table we’ll be there, we’ll be there
Here comes Galicia, the best team out
Here comes everyone else trying to do us out
Here come Fillos up along the wing
and they all knock down the goalie and the ball rolls in

Seanie McEvoy (reknowned poet and balladeer)

A Coruña, june 5, 2011