Guid people o' Kilwinning - gie the Wolves a shout
For Vale of Girvan's coming - they're bragging they'll knock us out.
We're mankies, and we're inbreds - on Facebook they spout their sh-te
But those words will return tae haunt them - they're in for an awfie fright.

Fae the Blacklands and the Corsehill - and of course the dear old Wynd
The natives all uniting - for the Wolves they'll truly bind.
Of course they'll no' be figthing - just singing songs of glee
As they celebrate a slaughter, and watch the Girvan flee.

Wee Boab wae twa, young Brian wae yin - gon burst the net as yeh pit it in.
The growlin' Wolves will have THEIR say - pair auld Vale their latest prey
Wrap up the title in ribbons of blue - Woodwynd the champs, the dream will come true.
Dreghorn are done, Drumley are dross - we've got big Crazy, No1 boss!

Waaaaahooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooolves!

you dont half talk some p**h mate Would be funny if the Vale did beat you's opens up a can of worms then the funnist of all would be this Drumley team beating you as well