CELTIC

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
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For its a Grand Old Team to play for,
For its a Grand Old team to see,
And if you know the history,
Its enough to make your heart go,
Nine-in-a-row.
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We don't care what the animals say,
What the hell do we care,
For its all we know,
Is that there going to be a show,
And the Glasgow Celtic will be there.


He's Green,He's white he's fuckin dynamite,
he's Alan Stubbs
he's Alan Stubbs

Have you seen a Handsome Hun? no no
Have you seen a Handsome Hun? no no
Have you seen a Handsome Hun?
I've never seen a fuckin one
Oh, Oh, Oh

Henrik Larsson and Mark Viduka,
Fuck the queen and Davie Cooper, He's dead
(song to the tune of the great escape)
Go on Home British Soldiers, Go on home
Have yis got no fuckin homes of your own
For 800 years,we fought you without fear
and we'll fight you for 800 more.

Say Hello to the provos
say hello to the brave
say hello to the provos
and Ireland shall be saved
keep the faith in the provos
keep the faith in the brave
keep the faith in the provos
and Ireland will be saved
So bring on the peelers by the numbers
bring on the loyalists by the score
you're orange sash's a fuckin rag
and fuck your fascist uk flag
because we are gonna set dear Ireland free

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
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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 her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry
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Oh,Father why, are you so sad,
On this bright Easter morn
When Irish men are proud and glad
Of the land where they were born
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Oh,son I see in memorys new
A part of distant day
When being just a lad like you
I joined the I.R.A.
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Where are the lads who stood with me
When history was made?
Oh gró mo chree,I long to see
The Boys of the Old Brigade
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From hill and farm,the call to arms
Was heard by one and all
And from down the glens,came brave young men
To answer Ireland's call
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Twas long ago,we faced the foe
The Old Brigade and me
And by my side,they fought and died
That Ireland might be free
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And now my boy,I've told you why
On Easter morn I sigh
For I recall,my comrades all
And dark old days gone by
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I think of men who fought in Glen
With rifles and grenades
May heaven keep those men who sleep
From the ranks of the Old Brigade
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Where are the lads who stood with me
When history was made?
Oh gró mo chree,I long to see
The Boys of the Old Brigade

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.
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Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
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Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone
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Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone...

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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.
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If you go to Germany, you will see us there,
France or Spain its all the same,
We'll go any where,
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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Celtic, Celtic thats the team for me,
Celtic, Celtic on to victory,
They're the finest team in Scotland, I'm sure you will agree,
We'll never give up till we've won the cup and the scottish football league.
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They come from bonnie Scotland, they come from county Cork,
They come from dear old Donegal and even from New York,
From every street in Glasgow they proudly make their way,
To a place called dear old paradise and this is what they say.
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There's Fallon, Young and Gemmel who proudly wear the green,
There's Clark, McNeill and Kennedy the best there;s ever been,
Jim Johnstone, Murdoch, Chalmers, John Divers and John Hughes,
And sixty thousand Celtic fans who proudly shout the news.
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Said Lizzie to Phillip as they sat down to dine,
I've just had a note from an old friend of mine,
His name is 'Big Geordie' he's loyal and true,
And his dirty big nose is a light shade of blue.
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He says that the Rangers are right on their game,
And ask for a trophy to add to their fame,
I'll send up a cup that the Rangers can win,
Said Phillip to Liz watch the Celts don't step in.
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Said Lizzie to Phillip they don't stand a chance,
I'll send up my Gunners to lead them a dance,
With Celtic defeated the way will be clear,
A cup for the Rangers in my crowning year.
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But alas for their hopes for the loyal true blues,
The Celts beat the Gunners and Manchester too,
Beat Hibs in the final and oh what a scene,
Sure Hampden was covered in banners of green.
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Said Lizzie to Phillip when she heard the grim news,
A blow has been struck at our loyal true blues,
Oh tell me dear Phillip and you ought to know,
How to keep Glasgow Celtic defeated below.
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Said Phillip to Lizzie there's only one way,
I've known of their secret for many a day,
To keep the Celts down you will have to deport,
The whole Fenian army that gives them support.

A young lad named John Thomson,
From the west of Fife he came,
To play for Glasgow Celtic,
And to build himself a name.
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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.
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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.
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I took a trip to Parkhead,
To the dear old Paradise,
And as the players came out,
Sure the tears fell from my eyes.
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For a famous face was missing,
From the green and white brigade,
And they told me Johnny Thomson,
His last game he had played.
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Farewell my darling Johnny,
Prince of players we must part,
No more we'll stand and cheer you,
On the slopes of Celtic Park.
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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.
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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.

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Oh Hampden in the Sun,
Celtic 7 Rangers 1,
That was the score when it came time up,
The Timalloys had won the cup.
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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.
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I see Mochan beating Shearer,
The League Cup is coming nearer.
He slams in an impossible shot,
The Rangers team has had their lot.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.

Yo ho ho, off we go
What do you know, it's nine in a row
Bye bye Rangers
Celtic's on the ball again, on the way to make it ten
Bye bye Rangers
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You can talk about your great defenders
Sing and shout about your No Surrender
But let us give you this wee tip
We'll be there for the league and the cup
Rangers bye bye
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Yo ho ho, off we go
What do you know, it's nine in a row
Bye bye Rangers
Celtic's on the ball again, on the way to make it ten
Bye bye Rangers
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You can talk about your great defenders
Sing and shout about your No Surrender
But let us give you this wee tip
We'll be there for the league and the cup
Rangers bye bye
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But let us give you this wee tip
We'll be there for the league and the cup
Rangers bye bye

The flags are gaily flying o'er Celtic Park today
Because the lads of Celtic have shown the World the way
They played the game in Lisbon and here is how they won
They didn't play defensive, attack is what they done
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The flags are out for Celtic, they know just what to do
And Scottish hearts and Irish hearts are mighty proud of you
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In all the big World over the name of Celtic rung
And in our heart of Glasgow our Celtic song was sung
God bless you great eleven, this is your greatest day
Next season Jock from Greenock we're with you all the way
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The flags are out for Celtic, they know just what to do
And Scottish hearts and Irish hearts are mighty proud of you
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You won so many cups this year, 4 or 5 or 6
You should give one to Rangers, they're really in a fix
John Lawrence shook your hands lads as you came off the plane
And everyone is proud of you, your football brought you fame
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The flags are out for Celtic, they know just what to do
And Scottish hearts and Irish hearts are mighty proud of you

In Glasgow town we have a team and Celtic is the name
We've beaten Rangers and Milan for Celtic know the game
And if you don't believe me boys then come and see us play
For Glasgow Celtic, up the Celtic, beats the World today
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We are a famous football team I'm sure you all agree
We've played them all, the big and small, from Lisbon to Dundee
And if you don't believe me boys then this to you I say
Come up the Parkhead, dear old Parkhead, Celtic leads the way
Come up the Parkhead, dear old Parkhead, Celtic leads the way
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In Glasgow town we have a team and Celtic is the name
We've beaten Rangers and Milan for Celtic know the game
And if you don't believe me boys then come and see us play
For Glasgow Celtic, up the Celtic, beats the World today
For Glasgow Celtic, up the Celtic, beats the World today

Sometimes I've been asked by one man or another
Why do I follow Celtic, why do I take the bother
But he must be a fool, who would ask me such a question
So then how can I explain, try to tell him what he's missing
And it's 1, 2, 3, Celtic for me
Not a team in the world like the Celtic
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If a man has never seen Glasgow Celtic when they're playing
He mustn't have a soul, mustn't know what he is saying
And if he's never heard when the Celtic crowd is cheering
Then there's nothing I can say but he must be hard of hearing
And it's 1, 2, 3, Celtic for me
Not a team in the world like the Celtic
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When Celtic are in Parkhead I am proud to be there with them
Soon they play again but sadly I do miss them
They're the team for me, their could never be another
And then some fool wil ask, why do I take the bother
And it's 1, 2, 3, Celtic for me
Not a team in the world like the Celtic
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So if anyone should ask and you want to give a reason
Tell him go and find himself a ticket for the season
And when he's been to Parkhead and seen the Celtic playing
Well it won't be very long until you will hear him saying
Why do I take the bother
And it's 1, 2, 3, Celtic for me

Twas a morning in July, I was walking through Tippererry,
I heard the battlecry from the mountains overhead.
I looked up to the sky, saw an Irish Soldier Laddie,
He looked at me so fearlessly and said:
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Will you stand in the band, like a true Irishman?
And go and fight the forces of the crown (Oh Fuck The Crown)
Will you march with O'Neill, to an Irish Battlefield?
For tonight were going to free old Wexford town.

He's Gay, He's Bent, His Arse Is Up For Rent
Ian Durrant!

If I had the wings of a sparrow
And I had the arse of a crow
I'd fly over Ibrox tomorrow
And shite on the bastards below

Bless Them All, Bless Them All!
The Pope & St. Vincent De Paul
Fuck your King Billy 'cos he's down in hell
And fuck your John Knox cos he's down there as well
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When the green flag is flying so high
The Celtic will fight till they die!
For we won't be mastered by no Orange Bastard
Bless Them All, Bless Them All.

Roamin in the Gloamin, with the shamrock in my hand
Roamin in the gloamin with St. Patrick's fenian band
And when the music stops
Fuck King Billy & John Knox!
Oh it's good to be a Roman Catholic!

If you hate the fuckin Rangers Clap Your Hands (clap clap clap)
If you hate the fuckin Rangers Clap Your Hands (clap clap clap)
If you hate the fuckin Rangers, Hate the fuckin Rangers
Hate the fuckin Rangers clap your hands (clap clap clap)

Singin I'm no a billy i'm a tim (Thank Fuck)
Singin I'm no a billy i'm a tim (Thank Fuck)
Singin I'm no a billy, so fuck your orange lilly,
I'm no a billy i'm a TIM!

Twas a morning in July, I was walking through Tippererry,
I heard the battlecry from the mountains overhead.
I looked up to the sky, saw an Irish Soldier Laddie,
He looked at me so fearlessly and said:
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Will you stand in the band, like a true Irishman?
And go and fight the forces of the crown (Oh Fuck The Crown)
Will you march with O'Neill, to an Irish Battlefield?
For tonight were going to free old Wexford town.

He's Gay, He's Bent, His Arse Is Up For Rent
Ian Durrant!

If I had the wings of a sparrow
And I had the arse of a crow
I'd fly over Ibrox tomorrow
And shite on the bastards below