Faith In Celtic
¶ 1
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The Bhoys are the finest the grandest of men
I’ve followed the ‘Tic and I’d do so again
Heroes and legends they played like a dream
Brother Walfrid’s sweet ghost 12th man on the team
¶ 2
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Skills there a plenty Big Jock he could name
A team built for greatness whose hearts would remain
Lads from the streets who had walked alongside
The faithful who cheered them the Celtic Park Pride
¶ 3
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The tales from the jungle the prayers and the hymns
When Jinky set off wearing Gabriel’s wings
I have stood with the rain driving down on my soul
But nought warms my heart like a Celts winning goal.
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