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How Athletico Madrid put themselves to shame
When their talents were for a boxing ring not a football game,
As Jinky was the target of their fist’ and boots,
As the wee man ended up black and blue.
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From the slopes of old Parkhead, I stood with pride,
Watching Grant & McStay, play in the green & white,
On the sacred pitch, they wore the green,
Playing for the faith of their beloved team.
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How the faithful have retraced their father’s steps,
Along the London Road, stopping at pubs on the Gallowgate,
They’ve witnessed games that brought Celtic glory,
And written their names in Celtic’s history.
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But the old slopes of Parkhead have been replaced,
As the all-seated stadium has taken their place,
But the songs and the passion, remains just the same,
As the die-hards still celebrate in Celtic’s name.