Dreams are made,
People parade,
Swimmers swim,
And medals won.
***
The sportsmen unite,
Count their medals at night,
Win more in the morning,
Then rest in the evening.
***
The Commonwealth flocking,
To see the running,
To watch the boxing,
To cheer the swimming.
***
Scotland’s chance to shine,
Alongside the best,
In the land of the kilt,
In a world well built.
***
Come see the games,
Where dreams are made,
Battles fought,
By the Commonwealth of Nations.
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