Bournemouth… the sun has risen.
She whistles as the people go to work.

Her golden carpet, laid out to welcome autumn,
Crispy and beautiful, not a spot of dirt.

Bournemouth… the chant of her fans,
A melody from downtown to the stadium--

Where she fights her formidable challengers…
Football, never dies, here…

A candle, always burning, nights and days…
Bournemouth, she lives, forever, to reign....