Our football team which art in Sunderland,
Hallowed be thy name,
Thy wins will come, thee might get done,
In Stadium, and also away,
Give us any day, a higher score,
And forgive us our bad passes,
As we forgive those who pass better than us,
And lead us not into temptation of fouls,
And bad sportsmanship,
But deliver us from relegation,
For Sunderland is the Kingdom,
Our power to our glory,
For ever and ever Mack-em!
Mr J A Stott.