Let the opposition ponder, ‘What is Argyle’?
It’s courage when nervous, the fight that’s worthwhile
 
It’s Semper Fidelis as the players stride out
It’s the roar from the stands, it’s crushing the doubt
 
It’s one club and one goal, it’s the joy and the hurt
It’s a city resurgent, the badge on the shirt
 
It’s Mariner, Rafferty through mists of time
It’s Jack Leslie’s injustice, it’s Dalton, sublime
 
It’s Tynan and Hodges, it’s Castle, McCall
The Lyndhurst and Devonport cheering them all
 
It’s Friio, it’s 2-0, a free-kick from Wotton
It’s the voice of Sir Gordon, never forgotten
 
Coughlan and Larrieu, Fletcher and Reid
That header from Hartley, the will to succeed
 
Nicholls and Morrison, Evans, Astall
It’s rising again when we’ve taken a fall
 
Hargreaves, McGregor, Carter and Black
Mauge and Heathcote leading us back
 
Tadman, Newman, Williams and Hore
Bickle and Carey, the goals that they scored
 
It’s the heroes who shaped us from playground to grave
It’s the last-minute winners and breath-taking saves
 
It’s the people we sit with, it’s there with us all
It’s belief in together, where we stand, where we fall
 
It’s more than just football, it’s hope and a dream
It is Plymouth Argyle and it’s why we bleed green.