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Lyrics;
Standing in the Coal Road end, we watch, we follow.
Through a sea of black and gold we sing, we praise, we judge.
A history of wins we’ve claimed, trophies stacked as tall as the A-Frame.
Faithful to the cause we stay, Beechwood born, Gods Little acre.
Floodlit, we deserve to be floodlit.
This team has raised our village to heights never seen and we know it.
Floodlit, we deserve to be floodlit.
This team has raised our village to heights never seen, we’re hoping for another open top Main Street scene.
Embedded in the past remains not a fable but a tale of valour.
Torrance and Dorbie held the reins, for the first time we had tasted the glee.
Curries, the Eagle Inn, things change, forward a year our school will be flattened.
Even James Boswell would have struggled to pen the accounts of Tuckers travels.
Floodlit, we deserve to be floodlit.
This team has raised our village to heights never seen and we know it.
Floodlit, we deserve to be floodlit.
This team has raised our village to heights never seen, we’re hoping for another open top Main Street scene.
A field of flat stones full of industry.
We had the Highhouse and Barony collieries.
Auld Affleck struck down by Tory reign.
You couldn’t keep us down through the bleak eighties.
Knoxes three in a row, they were a cavalry.
You couldn’t keep us down through the bleak eighties.
Knoxes three in a row, they were a cavalry.
You couldn’t keep us down through the bleak eighties.
Knoxes three in a row, they were a cavalry.
You couldn’t keep us down through the bleak eighties.
Knoxes three in a row, they were a cavalry.