FCeltic Football Team
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There’s A Football Team In Britain
down in Gold Their Name Is Written
They Are Called The Glasgow Celtic
Sure They Hail From Paradise. They’re The Lads So Clean & Clever
No Shady Tricks No Never
Sure My Heart Shall Dwell For Ever
Where The Scottish League Flies.
Where The Scottish League Flag’s Flying
Where An Old Green Banner Flies
Just A Little Bit Of Heaven
It’s A Perfect Paradise,
To Play Football Is Their Mission
It’s An Old Celtic Tradition
Just A First Class Exhibition
Where The Scottish League Flag Flies.
Sure My Heart It Travels Daily
To Those Lads Of Willie Maley
The Pioneer Of Football As The Foe Must Realise
When You Tell Them That Old Story
Of The B’hoy Called James McGrory
How He Found Both Fame & Glory
Where The Scottish League Flag Flies.
Where The Scottish League Flags Flying
Where an Old Green Banner Flies
Just A little Bit of Heaven
It’s A Perfect Paradise
To Play Football Is Their Mission
It’s An old Celtic Tradition
Just A First Class Exhibition
Where The Scottish League Flag Flies.
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