Celtic Minded
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It is 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.
¶ 2
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It is from Brother Walfrid’s charity
To feed poor Catholic families,
To create a Celtic identity
To rid the evil hand of poverty.
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It is to the Brake Clubs of before
Who travelled many a long road,
Following the bhoys in green,
Believing in Glasgow’s Irish team.
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It is our culture and our faith
Our proud Irish heritage
That we sing of and rejoice
At Parkhead, supporting the bhoys.
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It is our ancient Irish names
The love of a football game,
It was our father’s right
To support the green & white.
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It was from many a young lad
From Coatbridge to the Garngad,
To fulfill a longtime dream
And wear the hoops of green.
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It is from the songs we learn and sing
To the Celtic cross and Claddagh ring
That we are Scottish born
To Ireland’s exiled sons.
¶ 8
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It is the love of our team
The bhoys in the hoops of green
For our faith, we proudly stand
And hold in our heart, the harp of Ireland.
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