Farewell King of Kings
¶ 1
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It seems like only yesterday
That Henrik joined the Celts to play
Another Bhoy – it wasn’t new
They’d come and gone like morning dew
¶ 2
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We’d seen our share of hopeless men
Who’d shamed the Hoops and left again
The struggle lost – these men for hire
Would leave our Celtic in the mire
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We needed men of strength and fight
We hoped that Wim had chosen right
So off to Easter Road we went
To see the man on whom Wim spent
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A paltry sum to give the Dutch
For Celtic didn’t have that much
It wasn’t great – if truth be known
For Henrik gave some cause to moan
¶ 5
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With time still left he made a pass
It found a Hibee on the grass
A Celtic fan: such irony
Chick Charnley lashed it in with glee.
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The sun shone down, we did our best
But did our Bhoy just fail the test?
Now little did the legions know
This man would give us all a show
¶ 7
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From this most inauspicious start
We took the Swedish Bhoy to heart
If mighty oaks from acorns grow
We reaped what Blessed Henrik sowed
¶ 8
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For born from Henrik’s debut game
Would spring a legend worth the name
The King of Kings, for it is he
Is loved by all the hooped army
¶ 9
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For seven years he did us proud
The number seven of the crowd
He made opponents look like dross
(His ball sailed sweetly over Klos)
¶ 10
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His pace, his drive, his quality
Could lift the hearts of all who’d see
Bhoys and Ghirls embraced this gift
He’d given all the Club a lift
¶ 11
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But now the time has come to go
He gave his all – and more you know
The fans will always sing his name
For years to come we’ll shout the same
¶ 12
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He more than earned each penny paid
His memory will never fade
In years to come, when we grow old
We’ll tell our kin of players bold
¶ 13
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Of players they weren’t born to see
Who wore the green for you and me
But though the years will pass and more
We’ll not forget who we adore
¶ 14
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For Henke means far more than most
He gave us pride and cause to boast
We love so dear what fortune brings
God bless you Henrik – King of Kings
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