The long awaited words to the 'Sons of Clachnacuddin'. Many thanks, John!
T’was 1885, T’was Donald Simpson’s time
Born from “Stone of Tubs” where washerwomen scrubbed
The Carse and auld Merkinch did spawn the men o’ Clach,
With fire in our hearts we play at Grant Street Park
Chorus
We are the Lilly Whites our dreams can light the heather
We are the Lilly Whites we’ll meet our fate together
We are The Lilly Whites nae charms we need be rubbin
We are The Lilly Whites the Sons o’ Clachnacuddin
Donald Simpson set the scene, he visualised his dream
To turn the Sons o’ Clach into his football team
He set the Clach ball rollin, he brought the early glory
The trophies just kept comin, the foes were beat and runnin
Chorus
The years have brought the glories, we’ve won most every trophy
Our story is in legend, carved in stone for all our children
Our past is done and gone, we treasure every moment
Though times be hard and rough, we’ll rise again from dust
Chorus
To face each foe, each hardship, to stand in line together
We are the Sons o’ Clach, the washer womens sons
We are the Sons o’ Clach its written in the stone
Stand up ye Sons o’ Clach, its written in the stone
Chorus twice
