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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.

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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

 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
This land is made for you and me

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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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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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
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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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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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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.
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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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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.

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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
Will you march with O'Neill, to an Irish Battlefield?
For tonight were going to free old Wexford town.


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We shall not, we shall not be moved
We shall not, we shall not be moved
not by the Hearts, by the Hibs or the Rangers!

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Martin O'Neill,
Martin O'Neill,
Martin O'Neill

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We've won the league again
Fly the, flag fly flag

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A Soldiers Song (Irish National Anthem)

Verse one
We'll sing a song, a soldiers song
With cheering, rousing chourus
As round our blazing fires we throng,
The starry heavens o'er us;
Impatient for the coming fight,
And as we wait the morning's light
Here in the silence of the night
We'll chant a soldiers song.

Refrain
Soldiers are we,
Whose lives are pledged to Ireland
Some have come from a land beyond the
sea
Sworn to be free
No more our ancients Ireland
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 soldiers song


Verse Two
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 soldiers song.

Verse Three
Sons of Gael! Men of 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 soldiers song.

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.