It's interesting to see the imitations that other teams have done. This looks a good one from West Ham. I can't tell by reading it if the second part is the same tune?
Let me tell you a story of a poor boy,
Sent away, far away from his home,
To fight for his King and his Country,
And also the old folks back home.
And he came from a good East End family,
Sent away to far, foreign land,
Where the flies swarm around in their 1000's
And there’s nothing to see but the sand.
And the battle it started next morning,
Under a dark Belgian sun.
We remember an East London tommy,
Shot to death by an old German gun.
And as he lay on the battlefield dying,
With the blood rushing out of his head,
As he lay on the battlefield dying,
These were the words that he said.
“Oh West Ham United are my true love
I have followed them home and away
To the Kippax, the Shed and the Paxton,
Until now, it is my dying day.
May the Claret and Blue be triumphant
Win the league, win the cup, be the best
Beat the Arsenal, the Chelsea and the Tottenham
The Scouser’s, the Manc’s and the rest.
May the North Bank and South Bank keep singing,
And the Chicken Run sway side to side,
And the West Side keep Bow Bells a ringing
And with those words, the brave Cockney died.
I think it stays with the tune 'Red River Valley' and doesn't change to The Sash for the second part. Split it into verses:
Let me tell you a story of a poor boy,
Sent away, far away from his home,
To fight for his King and his Country,
And also the old folks back home.
And he came from a good East End family,
Sent away to far, foreign land,
Where the flies swarm around in their 1000's
And there’s nothing to see but the sand.
And the battle it started next morning,
Under a dark Belgian sun.
We remember an East London tommy,
Shot to death by an old German gun.
And as he lay on the battlefield dying,
With the blood rushing out of his head,
As he lay on the battlefield dying,
These were the words that he said.
“Oh West Ham United are my true love
I have followed them home and away
To the Kippax, the Shed and the Paxton,
Until now, it is my dying day.
May the Claret and Blue be triumphant
Win the league, win the cup, be the best
Beat the Arsenal, the Chelsea and the Tottenham
The Scouser’s, the Manc’s and the rest.
May the North Bank and South Bank keep singing,
And the Chicken Run sway side to side,
And the West Side keep Bow Bells a ringing
And with those words, the brave Cockney died.