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THE CELTIC SONG
Hail! Hail! The Celts are here!
What the hell do we care, What the hell do we care,
Hail! Hail! The Celts are here!
What the hell do we care now.
For it's a grand old team to play for,
For it's a grand old team to see,
And if you know the history,
It's enough to make yer heart go oh oh oh oh,
We don't care what the animals say,
What the hell do we care,
For we only know that there's gonna be a show,
And the Glasgow Celtic will be there.
For it's the best darn team in Scotland,
And the players all are grand,
We support the Celtic,
As they are the finest in the land - God bless them,
We'll be there to give the Bhoys a cheer,
When the league flag flies,
And the cheers go up when we know the Scottish Cup,
Is coming home to rest in Paradise.
It's coming home to rest in Paradise!
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THE FIELDS OF ATHENRY
By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling,
Michael they have taken you away,
For you stole Trevelyn's corn,
So the young might see the morn,
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.
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Low 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 a 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 ran me down,
Now you must raise our child with dignity.
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By a lonely harbor wall,
She watched the last star falling,
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky,
For she'll wait and hope and pray,
For her love in Botany Bay,
Its so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
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THE JOHNNY THOMPSON SONG
A young lad named John Thompson,
From the West of Fife he came,
To play for Glasgow Celtic,
And to build himself a name
On the 5th day of September,
Against the Rangers club he played,
From defeat he saved the Celtic,
Ah but what a price he paid.
The ball comes on the centre too,
But John runs out and dies,
The ball rolls by but John lies still,
For his club this hero died.
I took 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 Thompson,
The last game he has 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.
The fans a they all are silent,
As they travel near and far,
No more they'll cheer John Thompson,
That bright and shining star.
So
play up Glasgow Celtic,
Stand up and play the game,
For in your goal a spirit stands,
Johnny Thompson is it's name.
Farewell my darling Johnny,
Prince of players we must part,
No more we'll stand and cheer you,
On the slopes of Celtic Park,
No more we'll stand and cheer you,
On the slopes of Celtic Park.
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OVER
AND OVER
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O-ver and O-ver, we will follow you,
O-ver and O-ver, we will see you through,
We are Celtic supporters, faithful through and through,
and over and over, we will follow you.
If
you go to Germany, you will see us there,
France or Spain its all the same,
We'll go anywhere,
We'll be there to cheer you,
as you travel round,
you can take us anywhere, we won't let you down.
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If you go to Lisbon, we'll go once again,
In Zaire you'll find us there calling out your name,
when you need supporting, you will always know,
we'll be right there with you, every where you go.
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YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE
When you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark,
At the end of a storm, there's a golden sky,
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown...
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone!
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone!
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Four Leaf Clover (Eddie O'Neil's Song)
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With the four leaf clover on my breast
And the green and white upon my chest
Its such a joy for us to see
For they play football the CELTIC way.
It's been ten years, long time indeed
We stood with pride and took defeat
Our beloved team, our ancient ground
Has been rebuilt, our love reborn
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McCann he wrote the winds of change
And the things he brought will long remain
A phoenix rising, a house of steel
And sixty thousand CELTIC dreams.
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The work is done and the stage is set
The CELTIC dream can now be met
In a sea of green we're here today
To sit and watch the champions play
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Wille 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,
for to play football the Glasgow Celtic way.
In '38 there was a show, 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,
And the trophy ended up in Paradise.
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Coronation time was here, 53 that was the year,
another 4 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 Gorgie 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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So 10 years they had gone and so,
To Lisbon town we had to go,to play the team that Italy adore,
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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And now its 2001,
and Martin O'Neill's brought the League Flag home,
we're here amongst the honours once again.
the Huns bought Ricksen, DeBoer and Flo,
but Henrik Larsson stole the show,
and Celtic are the Champions again!
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This Land Is My Land
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This land is your land, this land is my land
From the northern highlands to the western islands
From the hills of Kerry to the streets of (Free) Derry
This land was made for you and me
As I was walking by the Shannon water
Hand in hand with my little daughter
The church bells ringing, and the children singing
This land was made for you and me
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So I walked her home by the old church steeple
Proud of my country, proud of my people
Of the men who tried there, of the men who died there singing
This land is made for you and me
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Then I climbed a mountain, saw the crystal fountain
And heard a great roar from the rocky sea shore
Her eyes were gleaming, she cried oho Daddy
This land was made for you and me
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The Holy Ground
Fare thee well my lovely Dinah, a thousand times adieu
For we're going away from the Holy Ground and the girls we all love true
We will sail the salt sea over and then return for sure
To see again the girls we love and the Holy Ground once more
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Fine girl you are!
You're the girl I do adore
and still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more
Fine girl you are!
And now the storm is raging and we are far from shore
And the good old ship is tossing about and the riggin' is all tore
And the secret of my mind, my love, you're the girl I do adore
And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more
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And now the storm is over and we are safe and well
We will go into a Public House and we'll sit and drink like hell
We will drink strong ale and porter and we'll make the rafters roar
And when our money is all spent we'll go to sea once more
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Celtic Symphony
It was far across the sea when the devil got a hold of me
He wouldn't set me free so he kept me soul for ransom
na na na na na etc
I'm a sailor man from glasgow town i've roamed the world around and round
He's the meanest thing that i have found in all me days of wandering
na na na na na etc
Here we go again we're on the road again
We're on the road again we're on the way to paradise
We love the jungle deep. that's where the lion sleeps
For then those evil eyes they have no place in paradise
Graffiti on the wall just as the sun was going down
I see graffiti on the wall - of the celts! of the celts!
Graffiti on the wall it says we're magic we're magic
Graffiti on the wall.............................
It says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
It says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
It says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
It says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
We went thru each jungle deep for the paradise that we did seek
Twas no trip for the weak we're waltzing with the natives
na na na na na etc
Around in circles everyway he turned to me and he did say
I think you're leading me astray i want your soul me boyo
na na na na na etc
Here we go again we're on the road again
We're on the road again we're on the way to paradise we love the
Jungle deep. that's where the lion sleeps
For then those evil eyes they have no place in paradise
Graffiti on the walls just as the sun was going down
I see graffiti on the walls - of the celts! of the celts! graffiti on
The walls says we're magic we're magic graffiti on the
wall.............................
It says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
It says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
It says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
It says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
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Soldier Song
We'll sing a song, a soldier's song
With cheering, rousing chorus
As round our blazing fires we throng,
The starry heavens o'er us;
Impatient for the coming fight,
And as we await the morning's light
Here in the silence of the night
We'll chant a soldier's song.
Soldiers are we, whose lives are pledged to Ireland
Some have come from a land beyond the waves.
Sworn to be free, no more our ancient sireland
Shall shelter the despot or the slave;
Tonight we man the bearna baoghal
In Erin's cause, come woe or weal;
'Mid cannon's roar and rifle's peal
We'll chant a soldier's song.
In valley green or towering crag
Our fathers fought before us,
And conquered 'neath the same old flag
That's proudly floating o'er us,
We're children of a fighting race
That never yet has known disgrace,
And as we march the foe to face,
We'll chant a soldier's song.
Sons of the Gael! Men of the Pale!
The long watched day is breaking;
The serried ranks of Innisfail
Shall set the tyrant quaking.
Our camp fires now are burning low;
See in the east a silv'ry glow,
Out yonder waits the Saxon foe,
So chant a soldier's song.
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