One of Danny’s Boys
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When I was a boy near Belfast, before George Best was born
I couldn’t afford to go to a game; my clothes were old and torn
Wireless was the best we had, and Celtic was the team
We sat and listened mouths agape, to games of the lads in green
¶ 2
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For we don’t care whether we win, or lose or draw
Damn the hair we care
For we only know that there’s gonna be a match
And Belfast Celtic will be there.
¶ 3
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I can’t remember who played back then
In childhood’s hurly-burly
But one name sticks out from the other ten
That name is Charley Tully
¶ 4
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Belfast Celtic didn’t last,
Linfield is still around
But they haven’t a player present or past
Like that boy from Belfast Town.
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