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Men of Celtic

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There’s none like the bhoys in the green and the white
They’d each run through walls and ne’er give up the fight
They would stand in the fire each man true and bold
Faith in the flag of the Green White and Gold
They came from Irish blood and tough Scottish toil
When you’re in heaven ask the young Johnny Doyle
From the prayerof St Walfrid to the boots of McStay
We will follow forever the bhoys of the old brigade.

Notes

Emerald Girl 2003

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/men-of-celtic/