The only games of football of any importance to me are Norwich City games. Here is the full version of their song apparently written by Albert Smith, a director of Norwich City between 1905 and 1907. The only bit I have ever heard sung at Carrow Road (or anywhere else for that matter) starts with "On the ball city".

In the days to call, which we have left behind
Our boyhood's glorious game,
And our youthful vigour has declined,
With its mirth and its lonesome end;
You will think of the time, the happy time,
Its memories fond recall,
When in the bloom of our youthful prime
We've kept upon the ball

Kick off, throw it in, have a little scrimmage,
Keep it low, a splendid rush, bravo, win or die;
On the ball, City, never mind the danger,
Steady on, now's your chance,
Hurrah! We've scored a goal.

Let all tonight then drink with me
To the football game we love,
And wish it may successful be
As other games of old,
And in one grand united toast
Join player, game and song,
And fondly pledge your pride and toast,
Success to the City club.

Kick off, throw it in, have a little scrimmage,
Keep it low, a splendid rush, bravo, win or die;
On the ball, City, never mind the danger,
Steady on, now's your chance,
Hurrah! We've scored a goal.

Jon