• And a Celtic Song Was Sung
    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 the famous Jungle And a Celtic song was sung. When he came home from the Firhill […]
  • A Team Brother Walfrid Called Celtic
    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 the immigrant Irish. Brother Walfrid had a dream That wore Ireland’s emerald green And would be saviours to the […]
  • Celtic Minded
    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 Catholic families, To create a Celtic identity To rid the evil hand of poverty. It’s to the Brake […]
  • The Ballad of Brother Walfrid
    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 Scotland welcome the Diaspora, of Irish men and women My calling of becoming a Marist […]
  • From Sligo to Glasgow Came Celtic
    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. Home it became also to those who escaped the famine as an exodus of Irish […]