Celtic Champions
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A cheer for the Celtic brings joy to my heart
And along with the faithful I lift my emerald scarf
High above my head where the sweet angels fly
And joining them St Walfrid a twinkle in his eye
Larsson the grandest to wear of the green
Along with the fine bhoys of Immortal Jock Stein
And I’ll be in my heaven come the dear month of May
For the tic will be crowned champions, champions again.
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