Football Poets

In the year of 1967
When the European Cup was won,
My father danced down Maryhill Road
And a Celtic song was sung.

When he took a trip to Parkhead
To watch Celtic’s playing sons,
He would stand within t […]

In the Archdiocese of Glasgow
In the city’s east end,
Brother Walfrid sat with his assistant Brother Dorotheus,

The vision they shared
Was that the poor must be fed
As the dinner tables lay empty for t […]

My name is Andrew Kerins,
born and bred in Ballymote
I left my home at an early age
and traveled to Scotland in a trawler boat
Would I ever again see Ireland,
as the famine had stolen her strength
Would […]

It’s from the Irish famine ships
As the waves beat upon wooden decks,
Our ancestors left old Ireland’s shores
To start a new life on the streets of Glasgow.

It’s from Brother Walfrid’s charity
To feed poor […]

Celtic’s birth in the east end of Glasgow
was conceived by a man, a native of Sligo,
from the west coast of Ireland, from the horrors of the famine,
a Marist Brother came to Scotland and made it his home. […]

My name is McDonagh, at seven years old
I took to the wearing of the green, white & gold,
I follow the Celtic, the team of my choice,
Like my father before me, I follow the Bhoys.

Now the Celtic were founded in […]

It’s a substitute’s dream
With minutes to spare,
While the crowd stands with tension,
Despair in the air.

To glide by a defender
The ball at your left peg
As you strike from 25 yards
To hit the back of the n […]

Today I saw Joe Ledley
With a passion in his soul
Outjump the men of Rangers
To score the game winning goal.
He made Celtic Park dance and sing
Old men they cried with joy
As Celtic marched to the top of the […]

My father wore the colour of green
Deep within his heart,
Were he grew up in the Garngad
And walked the miles to Celtic Park.

His working class background
In Glasgow’s little Ireland
Was football, faith and b […]

There was a bhoy in the district of Calton
In old Glasgow’s famous east end,
Who had the skill, talent and pace
Playing football in the shadows of Parkhead.

He had the same dream like every supporter
And p […]

Broken heart
Empty soul
A legend sleeps
Between the posts’.

Sorrow grips
The Ibrox noise,
Grandfather wept,
a mourning voice.

Our hearts embrace
Fife’s young son
An immortal legend
Is Celtic’s John Thomson.

With our songs and dreams
And old Jungle tales
Were Grandfather watched
The brothers McPhail.

On Parkhead’s pitch
Were our hopes would unfold
Celtic’s icons and heroes
Would play for the green, white & gol […]

On a Saturday afternoon
We would make our way to Celtic Park,
Where we would stand and cheer the Bhoys in green
While waving Celtic and Ireland’s flag.

The songs of Glasgow Celtic,
They would flow from every f […]

Born and bred a Celtic man
Raised on the Bhoys by a Germiston man
My father took me to see the Celts, in the days of old Parkhead.
In the Jungle we proudly stood,
Cheering Jinky and Harry Hood,
And he would throw […]

The memories will last forever,
His passion will never stray,
For Tommy Burns will be remembered
For his football and his faith.

How he loved the Celtic
Shone forth from his heart,
For when he wore that famous […]

Celtic Park stands quiet
While the nets sway in a breeze,
As the spirit of Brother Walfrid
Embraces the faithful’s tears

Tommy Burns was proud to wear
The famous hoops of green & white.
He battled for his faith […]

Our Lord, he waits at heaven’s gate
With Brother Walfrid by his side,
For Tommy Burns, a legend, travels
From the Gallowgate to Paradise.
Jimmy Johnstone and Johnny Doyle
Both stand on heaven’s pitch.
As they awa […]

It was a sunny day on the 10th of May,
Our youthful voices, were hoarse and cracked.
For it was back in the year of 1980,
That we sang through the streets up to Hampden Park.

Onto Hampden’s turf our heroes r […]