And a Celtic Song Was Sung
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In the year of 1967
When the European Cup was won,
My father danced down Maryhill Road
And a Celtic song was sung.
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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.
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When he came home from the Firhill Tavern
With a carry-out in his hand,
We would hear him climb the tenament steps
Were a Celtic song was sung.
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When we stood together at Paradise
Over Real Madrid, the Celts had won,
We travelled home full of joy,
Were a Celtic song was sung.
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And still this day, I watch the Celtic play
And it is a wondrous thing,
For far above Parkhead’s sky
I can still hear my father sing.
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