*Copyright (Lyrics and Melody) - Mark Boylan
Capo - 3
Introduction - , , ,
As you made your way up the hill,
No emotion could lay still.
Brindisi, the mighty bay,
And Campbell leading him all the way.
For the brave young man from Haddington,
With the will to win of a champion
For all those left along the way,
Weâll never forget that magic day.
When Every Scotsman in the crowd,
Brought you home so proud,
Every stride a memory,
Special place in history.
When our journey begins we do not know,
Which road to take, where do we go,
But with boots of shining leather,
You guided us.
With Lucinda and Scu you were part of the team,
Belief in you was clear to see.
A caring soul with a roving eye,
To your friends and the ladies â a sweet sweet guy.
And in your kilt you shown your Scottish pride,
With the heart of a lion deep inside.
Every moment - a new story,
That bright March day - your crowning glory.
When Every Scotsman in the crowd,
Brought you home so proud,
Every stride a memory,
Special place in history.
When our journey begins we do not know,
Which road to take, where do we go,
But with boots of shining leather,
You guided us.
*RACE COMMENTARY OF ALBERT BARTLETT NOVICES HURDLE 2012*
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And even though there arenât the words to say,
I know that you still here today.
Every stride a memory,
A special place in history.
All the places I have been,
All the people I have seen,
There s a smile etched on every face,
With your name a warm embrace.
When Every Scotsman in the crowd,
Brought you home so proud,
Every stride a memory,
Special place in history.
When our journey begins we do not know,
Which road to take, where do we go,
But with boots of shining leather, Oooh
Every Scotsman in the crowd,
Brought you home so proud,
Every stride a memory,
Special place in history.
When our journey begins we do not know,
Which road to take, where do we go,
But with boots of shining leather,
You guided us.