Dougie ‘The Hitman’ McGregor steadies the baw afore pittin it in the back o the English net tae mak it 4-2 fir the Scots (Photo (c) Patrick McGuire)
1st December 2012, Glesga
Scots wha hae wi Wilson skited,
Scots wham Weir got aw excited,
Oan a pitch the froast had whited
They played for their countrie.
For the Hamilton Crescent Cup,
A team fae England had come up
Tae gie the Scotties' lugs a clup
And teach humilitie.
Tho the Scots hadna played afore,
Ye wadna ken it fae the score -
The gemme feenished twa goals tae four
And Scotland bore the gree.
The strikers skittered oan the ice,
A Wilson spot kick, Keir Hind's slice
McGregor banged the baw in twice -
A famous victorie.
Men that thocht they couldnae run
Never dreamed they'd hae such fun
At the West o Scotland Cricket Grun -
A Grand Anniversarie.
Makars, poets, booky folk,
This Scotland team is no nae joke.
It's awready cowped the English oak,
Oor auldest enemie.
Sae Germans, Swedes or Japanese,
Israelis, Poles and Portuguese,
We'll meet ye onywhere ye please
And we wull gie it laldie.
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