In the bleak mid winter frosty fans may moan,
Pies as hard as iron the saviour is our 'Tone';
Top five budget is the word and he leads us on
Oh to be a Miller in division one.
O little town of Rotherham
How still we eat your pies
Above thy deep and frothy ale
The silent stars go by
Yet on Don Street shineth
The everlasting Light
The hoppy beers will bring no tears
But drunk in thee tonight