This land is your land

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 singing,
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.

Fields of Athenrye

By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling:
"Michael, they have taken you away,
For you stole Trevelyans corn,
So the young might see the morn,
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.

Chorus:
Low lie the fields of Athenrye,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing,
We had dreams and songs to sing,
Its so lonely round the fields of Athenrye.

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 cut me down,
Now you must raise our child with dignity.

By a lonely harbour wall, she watched the last star falling,
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky,
And she lived in hope and prayed,
For her love in Botany Bay,
It’s so lonely round the Fields of Athenrye.

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 Parkheads 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 footballs 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 Parkheads 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 well 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 Parkheads 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 Parkheads gates,
All to play football the Glasgow Celtic way.

Now 21 years to that day,
With pride, its our Centenary,
And were 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 Parkheads gates,
All to play football the Glasgow Celtic way.

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,
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.

Sure it's the best darn team in Scotland
and the players they are Grand,
'"We support the Celtic'"
'cos they are the finest in the land.
We'll be there to give the bhoys a cheer
When the League Flag flies,
And the cheers go up 'cos we know the Scottish Cup
is coming home to rest at Paradise.

Walk On

When you walk through the storm,
Hold your head up high,
and don't be afraid of the dark,
At the end of the 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 may 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.

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

I'm a sailor man from Glasgow town,
I've sailed this world around and round,
He's the meanest thing that I have found In all me days of wandering na na na na na

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 - for the Celts! for 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

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,
Around in circles every way,
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

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 - for the Celts! for 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

Over And Over

Oh! over and over, we will follow you,
Over and over, we will see you through,
We're 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.

Oh! over and over, we will follow you,
Over and over, we will see you through,
We're Celtic supporters, faithful through and through,
And over and over, we will follow you.

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.

Oh! over and over, we will follow you,
Over and over, we will see you through,
We're Celtic supporters, faithful through and through,
And over and over, we will follow you.

Arthur Boruc

Ohhh ohhh Arthur Boruc,
The holy goalie,
He hates the huns,
He blessed himself at Ibrox,
And the huns went off there nut,
He stops a fucking rocket,
Then saves another one.

Four Leaf Clover

With a four leaf clover on my breast,
And the green and white upon my chest,
It’s such a joy for us to see,
For they play football the Celtic way.
VERSE
It’s been ten years, long time indeed,
We stood with pride and we took defeat,
Our beloved team, our ancient ground,
Has been rebuilt, a club reborn.
CHORUS
McCann he rode the winds of change,
And the things he brought will long remain,
A phoenix rising, a house of steel,
And 60,000 Celtic dreams.
CHORUS
The work is done and the stage is set,
The Celtic dream can now be met,
In a sea of dreams, we’re here today,
Let’s sit and watch the Champions play.

Hampden In The Sun

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.

I see Mochan beating Shearer,
The League Cup is coming nearer,
He slams in an impossible shot,
The Rangers team has had their lot.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Aiden McGeady

He plays on the left,
He plays on the right,
Aiden McGeady,
Makes the huns look sh**e.

The John Thompson 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,
Against 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.