In a nation where it’s more than a game,
You are more than a team.
You evoke the most powerful of human emotions.
Connection, Euphoria, Hope.
Memory makers, who dare to dream.
Men from Glasgow, Edinburgh, Aberdeen and Dalry,
Angus, Rutherglen, Inverness and Clydebank,
The Goldie, Dumfries, Hamilton and Leicester,
Douglas, and Naples, via Ardrossan and Lancaster.
Sons of grafters.
Who sacrificed, and loved, and encouraged,
Through bad times and good,
Through anxiety and worry.
They made men who are loved.
Role models, each one of you,
A credit to those who raised you.
You are sons, and brothers, and uncles of us all.
It’ll always be more than what you can do with a ball.
You’re a reflection of the country we aspire to be.
Hardworking and successful, but fun.
You’ve brought us here, now take us beyond.
The lion is rampant, and you are in control.
Deliver your destiny, dig into your soul.
Because now,
You stand on the edge of the dream you had as a boy.
Chase greatness.
Follow Murray, Follow Fergie, Follow Hoy.
We are with you.
We’ll hail the thunder, we’ll bring the noise.
All of us.
The fermers of Dumfries; the poets of Ayrshire,
The ingenuity of Glasgow; the beauty of Edinburgh,
The coastline of Fife; the music of The Highlands,
The banks of the Tay; the kindness of the Islands.
We are Steve Clarke’s Tartan Army,
And we will blindly throw our faith,
Into all that you bring our way.
We are Scotland,
We are One,
We’ll Be Coming.

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