(To the tune of Sean South) 

Twas on a cold December?s day 
Back in 1959, 
When a man came down from Hudersfield Town 
To lead the Anfield line, 
He bought Yeats from Dundee and St. John, 
And the football world was shook, 
This man he became a legend, 
Bill Shankly from Glenbuck. 

On the Kop we'd sway and sing 

Till our hearts would burst with pride 
And Shanks he made a pact with us 
To build another side 
With Keegan, Tosh and Steve Heighway 
The great man kept his word 
Then in '74 he bade farewell 
Our dear old Scottish Laird. 

Now when Shanks was gone we sang walk on 
But feared we?d walk alone, 
The search was on to find the one 
Who could fill the masters throne. 
The one we crowned became renowned 
Throughout the football game, 
Three European Cups, six championships, 
Bob Paisley was his name. 

Now when Bob stepped down he left his crown 
Inside his Anfield home, 
Joe Fagan came and brought new fame 
With a treble won in Rome. 
Though the Heysel year left Joe in tears, 
The following year he?d sing, 
When we won the league and FA Cup 
And Kenny was our king. 

When he played in red Bob Paisley said 
He?s the best he?d ever seen, 
And the team he built in 88 
Ruled the football league supreme. 
And when Hillsborough left us all bereaved 
And the Kop bedecked in flowers, 
Kenny proved he truely was a king 
In Anfields darkest hour. 

Now the mantles being past to a man from France 
And it?s Houllier we praise. 
As the reds walk on, the Kops in song 
And we savour glory days, 
Days of ball to feet, of victory sweet, 
Days of passion, guile and fire, 
The legacy of one so great, 
Bill Shankly from Ayshire.