Football Chant - Chants Based On Hymns and Classical Music

Chants Based On Hymns and Classical Music

Several football chants are based on hymns, with "Cwm Rhondda" (also known as "Guide me, O thou great redeemer") being one of the most popular tunes to copy. Amongst others, it has spawned the song "You're not singing anymore!". Variants of this popular chant include "Does she take it up the arse?", "Does your boyfriend know you're here?" (often sung at Brighton and Hove Albion), "We can see you sneaking out!" and "We support our local team!".

Various teams have used the chant "Glory Glory" (followed by "Tottenham Hotspur", "Leeds United", "Man United", etc.), to the tune of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic". Hibernian were the first team to popularise the song with the release of a record by Hector Nicol in the 1950s ("Glory Glory to the Hibees").

There have been various adaptations of "When The Saints Go Marching In" and the tune of Handel's Hallelujah Chorus. Many football crowd chants/songs are to the tune of "La donna è mobile" from Giuseppe Verdi's opera Rigoletto.

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