| Celtic Songs
Hail Hail
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 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.
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.
The
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
Chorus:
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.
Chorus
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
Chorus
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...
Over and over
Chorus:
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 any where,
We'll be there to cheer you,
as you travel round,
you can take us anywhere, we won't let you down.
Chorus
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.
Chorus
Willie Maley
Oh
Willie Maley was his name,
He brought some great names to the game,
When he was the boss at Celtic Park.
Taught
them how to play football,
He made the greatest of them all,
Gallagher and Quinn have left their mark.
Chorus:
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.
Chorus
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.
Chorus
Well
fourteen 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,
The first time it had been on British shores.
Chorus
Now 21
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.
Chorus
And now
in 1995,
It feels good to be alive,
And we're about to celebrate again.
The fans
all cry out for Pierre,
He rises up into the air,
And brings the Scottish Cup to Paradise.
Chorus
Celtic, celtic
Chorus:
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.
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.
Chorus
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.
Chorus
The
coronation cup
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
The john
thomson 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.
hampden in the sun
Chorus:
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.
Chorus
I see
Mochan beating Shearer,
The League Cup is coming nearer.
He slams in an impossible shot,
The Rangers team has had their lot.
Chorus
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.
Chorus
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.
Chorus
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.
Chorus
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.
Chorus
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
CHORUS
With the 4 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
CHORUS
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
CHORUS
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
CHORUS
HENRIK - KING OF KINGS
Henrik Larsson, Henrik Larsson,
Henrik Larsson is the King of Kings,
Henrik Larsson, Henrik Larsson,
Henrik Larsson is the King!
Give me joy in my heart Henrik Larsson,
Give me joy in my heart I pray,
Give me joy in my heart Henrik Larsson,
Keep me singing till the end of day.
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