The crowd marches on
So we bottled through
We left the divine wine
To which we were wedded
The sweet slander generations
Were entrusted with
Was never willingly rendered
It was forcefully tendered
Hooray for me the Bruins were victorious
Boo-urns a beautiful city defiled
The crowd marches home
We got through
Jerseys burned on cars
But the world still loves you
O Vancouver we love thee
O Vancouver we love thee