Hearts Of Glory Lyrics - Craig Herbertson

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