Armistice Sunday

Went with Paul, Nicky and Lyndsie to the hearts memorial.

Lest Wae furget

Rome wisnae built in a dae, so the sayin goes.
Sir George McCrae 'n seven daes, ae new battalion arose.

The usherhall his stage, fight fur the country his cry.
Hearts players lead the wae nut knowing sum wid die.

Eight wins 'n a row, the league title wis thare tae win.
White fithers o midlothian playing wid be a sin.

Eleven players signed that dae 'nd manie wit follow suit.
Nut knowing wit lied ahead, furteen hunna new recruits.

Fags, baws 'nd socks tae keep em warm, motivation the aim.
In the trenches Hearts sent the boys, noo playing a different game.

Wattie, Speedie, Currie, Ellis... 'nd Gracie, Allan, Boyd.
Aw died fur the country thae luved league title null 'n void.

oan the Somme thur life thae gave whilst playing fur the maroon.
Lying there 'n a grave 'n France, by the licht o' the silvery moon.