Aye!
Scotland on the map!
World Cup twenty-six!
Tartan Army, let’s ride!
[Verse 1]
Craig Gordon in the goal, that’s a wall not a net,
Tryna find a way through, still ain’t scored yet.
Hanley and McKenna, putting strikers in check,
Hickey on the overlap, causing all kinds of stress.
Robertson’s flying, got the country on his back,
Tierney down the left, that’s a lightning attack.
Patterson’s got pace, watch him burn up the grass,
One touch, one cross, another chance to smash.
[Hook]
Whoa-oh-oh!
Blue and white, we’re taking over!
Whoa-oh-oh!
From Glasgow out to Nova Scotia!
Whoa-oh-oh!
Hear the Tartan Army roar!
Scotland’s knocking at the World Cup door!
[Verse 2]
Billy Gilmour spraying passes like he’s playing chess,
Lewis Ferguson driving forward, never settling for less.
McTominay’s a monster, every tackle’s a warning,
John McGinn’s charging through from the evening to the morning.
Christie’s got the vision, Findlay’s one for the future,
Every man in the squad trying to build a new picture.
No passengers here, everybody’s on the grind,
Twenty-three warriors with one thing on their mind.
[Hook]
Whoa-oh-oh!
Blue and white, we’re taking over!
Whoa-oh-oh!
From Glasgow out to Nova Scotia!
Whoa-oh-oh!
Hear the Tartan Army roar!
Scotland’s knocking at the World Cup door!
[Verse 3]
Che Adams up top, defenders feeling pressure,
Shankland in the box, turning chances into treasure.
Dykes bringing power, Hirst bringing fight,
Ross Stewart hunting goals underneath the floodlights.
From the Highlands to the cities,
Every pub packed out,
Every kid with a dream,
Every fan singing loud.
We’ve waited long enough,
Now we’re ready for the stage,
Scotland writing history,
Turning over a new page.
[Final Chant]
McGinn! McTominay!
Robertson! Tierney!
Blue shirts, big dreams,
World Cup destiny!
Tartan Army!
Tartan Army!
Tartan Army!
Scotland! Scotland! Scotland
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