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On the brink of history
Is there a hero in navy blue tonight?
Under the Hampden lights
We were all dreamers
There was a wonder strike
That gave us that feeling
It's a bird, it's a plane
No, it's Scott McTominay
With Scotland's desire and Tierney on fire
McLean from the halfway line
Cemented in history, rising from misery
Scotland, it's now our time
So don't forget where we're coming from, my friends
And there's a place I know
There's magic where the flowers grow
And beauty where the rivers flow
Up over hills and country roads
Scotland is a place called home
Fly in the blue and white
We're Clarke's tartan army
Singing all through the night
No Scotland, no party
From the Boston streets to the beach of Miami
With Robertson leading, the crowd will be cheering
We're coming on down the road
The pipes will be calling, the flower of Scotland
And John McGinn scores a goal
So don't forget where we're coming from, my friends
And there's a place I know
There's magic where the flowers grow
And beauty where the rivers flow
Up over hills and country roads
Scotland is a place called home
Scotland is a place called home
(Scotland have won the great)
(They've won the match, four-two)
(They have done it)
