Airdrieonians

Airdrieonians

In Lanarkshire’s heart, where the Clyde winds slow,
The Diamonds gleam ’mid the hum of the town,
Excelsior’s floodlights paint the night a soft glow,
As scarlet and white sweep gently down.

From the clang of the tram to the chant of the crowd,
Voices rise like a hymn on the breeze,
“Come on, you Diamonds!” they shout, proud and loud,
While the lads chase the ball ’neath the firs and the trees.

Through triumph and trial, through rain‑slicked pitch,
The spirit endures, steadfast as stone—
A community’s pulse, a loyal stitch,
In every pass, every goal, every moan.

So here’s to the Diamonds, whose colours won’t fade,
To Airdrie’s own sons, ever true, ever staid—
May your legacy sparkle, your future be bright,
In the beautiful game of our British delight.