FIELDS OF ATHENRY


By lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling
Michael they are taking you away
For you stole Trevaillians corn
So your young might see the morn
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry

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Lo lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry

By lonely prison wall I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters Mary when you're free
Against the famine and the crown
I rebelled, they cut me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity.

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By lonely harbour wall, she watched the last hour falling
As the prison-ship sailed out against the sky
But she'll live and hope and pray
For a prison ship lies waiting in the Bay
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry

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HAMPDEN IN THE SUN


Oh Hampden in the sun,
Celtic 7 Rangers 1,
That was the score when it came time up,
The Timalloys had won the cup.

I see Tully running down the line,
He slips the ball past Valentine,
It's nodded down by 'Teazy Weazy',
And Sammy Wilson makes it look so easy.

I see Mochan beating Shearer,
The League Cup is coming nearer,
He slams in an impossible shot,
The Rangers team has had their lot.

Over comes a very high ball,
Up goes McPhail above them all,
The ball and Billy's head have met,
A lovely sight the ball is in the net.

Young Sam Wilson has them rocked,
But unluckily his shot was blocked,
Then big Bill with a lovely lob,
Makes it look such an easy job.

Now here is Mochan on the ball,
He runs around poor Ian McColl
Wee George Niven takes a daring dive,
But Smiler Mochan makes it number five.

Down the middle runs Billy McPhail,
With John Valentine on his tail,
With a shot along the ground,
The cup's at Parkhead safe and sound.

Here comes Fernie, cool and slick,
He ambles up to take the kick,
He hits it hard and low past Niven,
The Tims are in their Seventh Heaven.

Four Leaf Clover


With a four leaf clover on my breast,
And the green and white upon my chest,
It's such a joy for us to see,
For they play football the Celtic way.

VERSE

It's been ten years, long time indeed,
We stood with pride and we took defeat,
Our beloved team, our ancient ground,
Has been rebuilt, a club reborn.

CHORUS

McCann he rode the winds of change,
And the things he brought will long remain,
A phoenix rising, a house of steel,
And 60,000 Celtic dreams.

CHORUS

The work is done and the stage is set,
The Celtic dream can now be met,
In a sea of dreams, we're here today,
Lets sit and watch the Champions play.

John Thompson Song

A young lad named John Thomson,
From the west of Fife he came,
To play for Glasgow Celtic,
And to build himself a name.
On the fifth day of September,
'gainst the Rangers club he played,
From defeat he saved the Celtic,
Ah but what a price he paid.
The ball rolled from the centre,
Young John ran out and dived,
The ball rolled by; young John lay still,
For his club this hero died.
I took a trip to Parkhead,
To the dear old Paradise,
And as the players came out,
Sure the tears fell from my eyes.
For a famous face was missing,
From the green and white brigade,
And they told me Johnny Thomson,
His last game he had played.
Farewell my darling Johnny,
Prince of players we must part,
No more we'll stand and cheer you,
On the slopes of Celtic Park.
Now the fans they all are silent,
As they travel near and far,
No more they'll cheer John Thomson,
Our bright and shining star.
So come all you Glasgow Celtic,
Stand up and play the game,
For between your posts there stands a ghost,
Johnny Thomson is his name.

Johnny Thomson song Record

WILLIE MALEY

Willie Maley was his name,
He brought some great names to the game,
When he was the boss at Celtic Park.

He taught them how to play football,
He made the greatest of them all,
Gallagher and Quinn have left their mark.

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And they gave us James McGrory and Paul McStay,
They gave us Johnstone, Tully, Murdoch, Auld and Hay,
And most of the football greats,
Have passed through Parkhead's gates,
All to play football the Glasgow Celtic way.

In '38 there was a show,
And Glasgow was the place to go,
A model of The Tower was football's prize.

England sent four of the best,
They didn't meet with much success,
Because the trophy ended up in Paradise.

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Well Coronation time was here,
Fifty Three, that was the year,
Another four from England met their doom.

They said 'we'll have to try again',
But like before it was in vain,
Because the Cup is in the Parkhead trophy room.

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And then in 1957,
We faced a guy called Georgie Nevin,
The game is etched on every Celtic fan,

Wilson, Mochan and McPhail,
And Willie Fernie scored as well,
As Celtic beat The Rangers 7-1.

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Well ten years had gone and so,
To Portugal we had to go,
To play the team that Italy adored.

Celtic went out to attack,
They won The Big Cup and they brought it back,
It's the first time it had been on British shores.

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Now twenty one years to that day,
With pride, it's our Centenary,
And we're among the honours once again.

Six million pounds the huns did spend,
But Souness found it was in vain,
Because the Celtic are the Champions again.

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And now in 1995,
It feels good just to be alive,
And we're about to celebrate again.

The fans cry out for Big Pierre,
He rises up into the air,
And the Scottish Cup comes home to Paradise.

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And then in 1998,
The Celtic fans were feeling great,
And we went out to celebrate again,

Larsson, Brattbakk and Tommy Boyd,
Simon Donnelly and all The Bhoys,
Were singing 'Celtic are the Champions again'.

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Now in a new millennium,
We have a brand new stadium,
And we're amongst the honours once again,

The Celtic fans did proudly sing,
Larsson is The King of Kings,
As he joined the list of famous Celtic men.