To the tune of 'The fields of Ulster'

Bathe in the sea of blue

"Oh father sir" my son he said
I hate the sight of green
The green and grey (or cream) hoops make me ill
They really are obscene
Said I " Young bear, do not despair
I've just the cure for you"
"We'll take a trip to Ibrox where
You'll bathe in a sea of blue"

A trip to Ibrox a trip to Ibrox
Is just the cure for you
A trip to Ibrox a trip to Ibrox
You'll bathe in a sea of blue