You can't beat a chorus of Combine Harvester by The Wurzels from the Yeovil fans (what else would you expect from The Glovers?). We have a variation of the "You dirty Northern B***ards" which goes
"You're B***ards. B***ards. Dirty, Northern (Being a Northerner myself I am insulted by this but I still sing it) B***ards. You go back home and beat the wife. Dirty, Northern B***ards"
We have another one based on a song by The Wurzels which goes
"Drink up thy Cider, drink up thy Cider, for tonight we'll merry be (merry be). We're on our way to Dover, to $h@g her in the clover, there's still more Cider in the jar"