This is my story
This is my song
It's a long way from Gorgie

To the fields o' the Somme
Where they played tunes of glory
As we marched along

The pals o' the Sporting Battalion

From the Heart of Midlothian

To the Waverly train
The crowds they were singing
An auld Scots refrain

Our sweethearts and darlings
Our bonnie wee bairns
Were waving their flags

And calling our names

Sing Hearts of Glory

Dawn and sunset
Hearts of glory
Lest we forget

Young Scottish soldiers
And soldiers unknown
Who gave hearts of glory


In the trenches of Picardy
The whistles are blown

And it's over the top lads
Through the wire and the bombs
To pain and destruction

Let the piper play
To lead us to hell
To death and dismay


There was never a moment
I was not afraid

But there by my side
Were the gallant McCrae's
Until they fell in the slaughter

When the bayonets were out
And the few of us left
Held the auld Scots Redoubt


Ellis and Currie
Briggs, Boyd, Hazeldean

Wattie and Nisbet
He was only sixteen
Their names I'll remember

At the end of each day
They fought and died
Wi' Geordie McCrae


Who cared for the Kaiser
Or Imperial gains

Love of our country
Duty or fame?
Between the whim of an airman

And four feathers of shame
We fought for the pals
Of a wee fitba team


And when it was over
Just what had we done?

There were no flags of glory
For McCrae and his own
There were no graves for heroes

For our brothers and sons
Who sleep 'neath the flowers
In the fields of the Somme


Some came back as cripples
Some couldnae kick a ball

Some wounded and broken
Most came not at all
But they remain in my memory

Forever young
The pals o' the Sporting Battalion