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Hail! Hail!/Over And Over
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,
Oooh, Ooooohhh.
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.
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
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You'll Never Walk Alone
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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The Fields Of Athenry
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
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Willie Maley
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
The Coronation Cup/Celtic Is the Name
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.
Celtic Is The Name
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
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
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
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Celtic, Celtic
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
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The Flags Are Out For Celtic/JohnThompson
The Flags Are Out for Celtic
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
The flags are out for Celtic, they know just what to do
And Scottish hearts and Irish hearts are mighty proud of you
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
The flags are out for Celtic, they know just what to do
And Scottish hearts and Irish hearts are mighty proud of you
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
The flags are out for Celtic, they know just what to do
And Scottish hearts and Irish hearts are mighty proud of you
John Thompson
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.
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