Field Of Dreams (Blantyre Celtic)

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It all began in St. Joseph’s church hall
A committee was formed, they knew it all
The Wee Celts were born, from but a dream
The formation of, a fine football team

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 First established in Nineteen Sxteen
Irish immigrants, fulfilling their dream
To take this club to its primal best
With aspirations, to surpass the rest

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Building this team, took some time
With peaks and troughs along the line
The Nineteen Forties, their greatest accolade
Semi-final of the Scottish Cup, what a parade

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The slopes of Craighead was the place to be
Monsignor Ashe, our patron, how grateful were we
Some famous players have displayed their worth
The Greatest Celt ever, performed on this turf

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Some fine local lads have graced the green
Grant, McAdams, Fallon, the finest we’ve seen
All having the honour to behold that fine crest
Admiration and pride for the badge on their chest

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 In the late Eighties it all came to an end
Banks came a-calling, the money was spent
Craighead Park the Celts spiritual hame
Was reduced to rubble, Oh Lord what a shame

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 From out of the ashes in Two Thousand and Ten
Rise, a new Blantyre Celtic with a squad of brave men
With hopes and dreams, to be up there once more
The pitch comes alive when the Wee Celts do score.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Jimmy Whelan 2010

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/field-of-dreams-blantyre-celtic/