Aiden McGeady
¶ 1
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On a football pitch
In a Celtic strip
Young McGeady runs down the wing,
The taunts and cheers
He loudly hears,
As he is guided by the flight of angels wings.
¶ 2
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Upon his breast
He wears Celtic’s crest
In colours of green & white,
Down at Celtic Park
The team of our hearts,
He play for the passion & the pride.
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