Wolverhampton Town. The vocalist (Jada from Corby) has sadly passed away.

Class song, once again the club used a horrendous version instead of this one , something they inexplicably continue to do most recently with 4ladshadadream speeded up version .

God speed Jada.
 
Very sad news, sung with the passion of a true Ranger, condolences to his family and friends. By way of an epitaph for Jada, the following would be fine tribute:

"Their flags had no foreign flavour"-Hugh Taylor.

“The Scots arrived in Wolverhampton with the clamour and urgency of an invading army. They wore no arms or armour, but their blood was set on fire with the excitement of combat to come; there was a hint of the pomp of war about the banners they carried, their fierce battle hymns and their touchy, defiant chant: ‘We Are The People’.To English eyes they must haver been bizarre and alarming – as were the bearded, tattered clansmen who followed Bonnie Prince Charlie south of the border in 1745.But it was perhaps as well that no one in Wolverhampton made that comparison, for the Scots who had taken over their town that April of 1961 would have given the romantic prince short shrift – would, indeed, have been his most bitter enemies – for their proudest boast is that they are the Loyalists of Loyalists, the Protestants of Protestants.
Their banners had no foreign flavour. They were Union Jacks and Scottish Standards.

The Scots were supporters of The Glasgow Rangers Football Club.

Ten thousand of them had travelled to England to see their club play Wolverhampton Wanderers in the semi-final of the European National Cup Winners trophy.

And Wolverhampton, a teeming industrial town of 160,000 inhabitants who thought they knew something about football partisanship, gasped; for they had never seen such fanatical supporters.

All day the Scots paraded the streets, singing, shouting and waving their banners. ‘They were the noisiest supporters we have ever known’ said a police official afterwards.

The English, who had thought that Scots were dour, phlegmatic, often mournful, lacking humour, looked on amazed.

Welsh choirs had no more fervour than the Scots from the Glasgow streets, the Highland moors, the Lowland Housing schemes as the chanted: ‘There’s not a team like the Glasgow Rangers.’

Their were tears in their eyes as they bellowed, fervently: ‘Follow, follow, we will follow Rangers’.

And the English wondered what it was all about when, now and again, a derisive chorus filled the air: ‘Haffey, Haffey, Haffey.’ That was the Rangers supporters’ way of poking fun at their great rivals, Celtic, for goalkeeper Frank Haffey, of that club, was the man who had lost nine goals at Wembley when England humiliated Scotland the previous Saturday.

Excitement mounted among the Scots when the game started at Molineux Park. Rangers blazed their way into the final by drawing 1-1 with Wolves, whom they had already beaten in the first leg at Ibrox 2-0. And at the end hundreds of Scots swarmed over the barriers on to the pitch to cheer and hug their idols.

When the triumphant Rangers fans finally left on the midnight trains, flabbergasted Wolverhampton people were still asking:

Just who are The Glasgow Rangers? What have they got to arouse such feelings among their fans? Imagine 10,000 supporters travelling all this distance for a club game?

The answer from any of the supporters who were going north tired but happy would have been simple. It would have been this:

‘Rangers are the greatest team in the world.’
 
Slightly O/T, my mates wife is from Sheffield and her mother is, or at least was, a season ticket holder at Hillsborough. No prizes for guessing who she says is the best away support she has ever seen at Hillsborough. Twice⚽️
 
ThorntonMM said:

The original and definitive version of the song. Such a pity that the club chose not to use this recording on matchdays for whatever reason but played a dreadful version instead.
Rest peacefully Jada
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Absolute class.We have the best songbook in the world of sport.And this is simply the best.
God bless and rest in peace Jada.
 
Also heard this on H&H yesterday. I didn't know him personally or anything, but still very sad to hear of Jada's passing.
 
Absolute staunch rangers man was jada, I will miss passing him as I did most days as I walked over to spoons as he walked backed towards his hoose.
RIP wee man
 
Got a phone call the other day about this. Got to know him over the years. It was a privilege to know him.
Sleep Well wee Man
 
Rangerista said:
Very sad news, sung with the passion of a true Ranger, condolences to his family and friends. By way of an epitaph for Jada, the following would be fine tribute:

"Their flags had no foreign flavour"-Hugh Taylor.

“The Scots arrived in Wolverhampton with the clamour and urgency of an invading army. They wore no arms or armour, but their blood was set on fire with the excitement of combat to come; there was a hint of the pomp of war about the banners they carried, their fierce battle hymns and their touchy, defiant chant: ‘We Are The People’.To English eyes they must haver been bizarre and alarming – as were the bearded, tattered clansmen who followed Bonnie Prince Charlie south of the border in 1745.But it was perhaps as well that no one in Wolverhampton made that comparison, for the Scots who had taken over their town that April of 1961 would have given the romantic prince short shrift – would, indeed, have been his most bitter enemies – for their proudest boast is that they are the Loyalists of Loyalists, the Protestants of Protestants.
Their banners had no foreign flavour. They were Union Jacks and Scottish Standards.

The Scots were supporters of The Glasgow Rangers Football Club.

Ten thousand of them had travelled to England to see their club play Wolverhampton Wanderers in the semi-final of the European National Cup Winners trophy.

And Wolverhampton, a teeming industrial town of 160,000 inhabitants who thought they knew something about football partisanship, gasped; for they had never seen such fanatical supporters.

All day the Scots paraded the streets, singing, shouting and waving their banners. ‘They were the noisiest supporters we have ever known’ said a police official afterwards.

The English, who had thought that Scots were dour, phlegmatic, often mournful, lacking humour, looked on amazed.

Welsh choirs had no more fervour than the Scots from the Glasgow streets, the Highland moors, the Lowland Housing schemes as the chanted: ‘There’s not a team like the Glasgow Rangers.’

Their were tears in their eyes as they bellowed, fervently: ‘Follow, follow, we will follow Rangers’.

And the English wondered what it was all about when, now and again, a derisive chorus filled the air: ‘Haffey, Haffey, Haffey.’ That was the Rangers supporters’ way of poking fun at their great rivals, Celtic, for goalkeeper Frank Haffey, of that club, was the man who had lost nine goals at Wembley when England humiliated Scotland the previous Saturday.

Excitement mounted among the Scots when the game started at Molineux Park. Rangers blazed their way into the final by drawing 1-1 with Wolves, whom they had already beaten in the first leg at Ibrox 2-0. And at the end hundreds of Scots swarmed over the barriers on to the pitch to cheer and hug their idols.

When the triumphant Rangers fans finally left on the midnight trains, flabbergasted Wolverhampton people were still asking:

Just who are The Glasgow Rangers? What have they got to arouse such feelings among their fans? Imagine 10,000 supporters travelling all this distance for a club game?

The answer from any of the supporters who were going north tired but happy would have been simple. It would have been this:

‘Rangers are the greatest team in the world.’
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Superb, rest easy Jada.
 
Worked with a Fella, Yonks ago, who was a Huge Wolves Follower and he knew the words off by heart. Or i think he did with that broard Black Country Accent!! :rolleyes: :p
 
Very sad.. great song as is the Barcelona one.
Did he record any others?

I seem to remember this version played at Ibrox a couple of times.
 
Sad to hear.
Love the song & had it as my alarm on my old phone. Woke up ready to take on anything the day threw at me
 
My party piece along with Barcelona
The GCL will testify I've done it "once or twice"

Rest easy Jada
 
I was tapping my feet and singing away to that there.
RiP Jada you will live forever more with the Rangers and that song.
 
Sad news to hear.A wonderful song and sung so well.Makes the hairs on my neck tingle when I hear it.A terrific song.One of the best.Condolences to his family and friends.Thanks for the song.
Sorry meant thanks for the way he sang the song.Full of pride.Brilliant.
 
Rangerista said:
Very sad news, sung with the passion of a true Ranger, condolences to his family and friends. By way of an epitaph for Jada, the following would be fine tribute:

"Their flags had no foreign flavour"-Hugh Taylor.

“The Scots arrived in Wolverhampton with the clamour and urgency of an invading army. They wore no arms or armour, but their blood was set on fire with the excitement of combat to come; there was a hint of the pomp of war about the banners they carried, their fierce battle hymns and their touchy, defiant chant: ‘We Are The People’.To English eyes they must haver been bizarre and alarming – as were the bearded, tattered clansmen who followed Bonnie Prince Charlie south of the border in 1745.But it was perhaps as well that no one in Wolverhampton made that comparison, for the Scots who had taken over their town that April of 1961 would have given the romantic prince short shrift – would, indeed, have been his most bitter enemies – for their proudest boast is that they are the Loyalists of Loyalists, the Protestants of Protestants.
Their banners had no foreign flavour. They were Union Jacks and Scottish Standards.

The Scots were supporters of The Glasgow Rangers Football Club.

Ten thousand of them had travelled to England to see their club play Wolverhampton Wanderers in the semi-final of the European National Cup Winners trophy.

And Wolverhampton, a teeming industrial town of 160,000 inhabitants who thought they knew something about football partisanship, gasped; for they had never seen such fanatical supporters.

All day the Scots paraded the streets, singing, shouting and waving their banners. ‘They were the noisiest supporters we have ever known’ said a police official afterwards.

The English, who had thought that Scots were dour, phlegmatic, often mournful, lacking humour, looked on amazed.

Welsh choirs had no more fervour than the Scots from the Glasgow streets, the Highland moors, the Lowland Housing schemes as the chanted: ‘There’s not a team like the Glasgow Rangers.’

Their were tears in their eyes as they bellowed, fervently: ‘Follow, follow, we will follow Rangers’.

And the English wondered what it was all about when, now and again, a derisive chorus filled the air: ‘Haffey, Haffey, Haffey.’ That was the Rangers supporters’ way of poking fun at their great rivals, Celtic, for goalkeeper Frank Haffey, of that club, was the man who had lost nine goals at Wembley when England humiliated Scotland the previous Saturday.

Excitement mounted among the Scots when the game started at Molineux Park. Rangers blazed their way into the final by drawing 1-1 with Wolves, whom they had already beaten in the first leg at Ibrox 2-0. And at the end hundreds of Scots swarmed over the barriers on to the pitch to cheer and hug their idols.

When the triumphant Rangers fans finally left on the midnight trains, flabbergasted Wolverhampton people were still asking:

Just who are The Glasgow Rangers? What have they got to arouse such feelings among their fans? Imagine 10,000 supporters travelling all this distance for a club game?

The answer from any of the supporters who were going north tired but happy would have been simple. It would have been this:

‘Rangers are the greatest team in the world.’
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Wow, great read.
 
Rangerista said:
Very sad news, sung with the passion of a true Ranger, condolences to his family and friends. By way of an epitaph for Jada, the following would be fine tribute:

"Their flags had no foreign flavour"-Hugh Taylor.

“The Scots arrived in Wolverhampton with the clamour and urgency of an invading army. They wore no arms or armour, but their blood was set on fire with the excitement of combat to come; there was a hint of the pomp of war about the banners they carried, their fierce battle hymns and their touchy, defiant chant: ‘We Are The People’.To English eyes they must haver been bizarre and alarming – as were the bearded, tattered clansmen who followed Bonnie Prince Charlie south of the border in 1745.But it was perhaps as well that no one in Wolverhampton made that comparison, for the Scots who had taken over their town that April of 1961 would have given the romantic prince short shrift – would, indeed, have been his most bitter enemies – for their proudest boast is that they are the Loyalists of Loyalists, the Protestants of Protestants.
Their banners had no foreign flavour. They were Union Jacks and Scottish Standards.

The Scots were supporters of The Glasgow Rangers Football Club.

Ten thousand of them had travelled to England to see their club play Wolverhampton Wanderers in the semi-final of the European National Cup Winners trophy.

And Wolverhampton, a teeming industrial town of 160,000 inhabitants who thought they knew something about football partisanship, gasped; for they had never seen such fanatical supporters.

All day the Scots paraded the streets, singing, shouting and waving their banners. ‘They were the noisiest supporters we have ever known’ said a police official afterwards.

The English, who had thought that Scots were dour, phlegmatic, often mournful, lacking humour, looked on amazed.

Welsh choirs had no more fervour than the Scots from the Glasgow streets, the Highland moors, the Lowland Housing schemes as the chanted: ‘There’s not a team like the Glasgow Rangers.’

Their were tears in their eyes as they bellowed, fervently: ‘Follow, follow, we will follow Rangers’.

And the English wondered what it was all about when, now and again, a derisive chorus filled the air: ‘Haffey, Haffey, Haffey.’ That was the Rangers supporters’ way of poking fun at their great rivals, Celtic, for goalkeeper Frank Haffey, of that club, was the man who had lost nine goals at Wembley when England humiliated Scotland the previous Saturday.

Excitement mounted among the Scots when the game started at Molineux Park. Rangers blazed their way into the final by drawing 1-1 with Wolves, whom they had already beaten in the first leg at Ibrox 2-0. And at the end hundreds of Scots swarmed over the barriers on to the pitch to cheer and hug their idols.

When the triumphant Rangers fans finally left on the midnight trains, flabbergasted Wolverhampton people were still asking:

Just who are The Glasgow Rangers? What have they got to arouse such feelings among their fans? Imagine 10,000 supporters travelling all this distance for a club game?

The answer from any of the supporters who were going north tired but happy would have been simple. It would have been this:

‘Rangers are the greatest team in the world.’
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RIP Jada, sad news indeed.

RIP also to Hugh Taylor and many of his then colleagues who could actually write.
 
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