The Emerald Soul
¶ 1
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The colours of Celtic shine like emerald gold
The passion of Celtic is born in the soul
The glory of Celtic from the jersey of green
The story of Celtic was St Walfrid’s dream
¶ 2
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From the mouths of the hungry and the tables of the poor
Came a club for salvation and so Celtic was born
Eleven men found who would fight for the green
And the greatest of these the immortal Jock Stein
¶ 3
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The colours of Celtic the tims proudly wear
The passion of Celtic their songs will declare
The glory of Celtic forever will be
The story of Celtic St Walfrid’s dream
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