1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Oh Hampden in the sun,
Celtic 7 Rangers 1,
That was the score when it came time up,
The Timalloys had won the cup.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I see Tully running down the line,
He slips the ball past Valentine,
It’s nodded down by ‘Teazy Weazy’,
And Sammy Wilson makes it look so easy.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I see Mochan beating Shearer,
The League Cup is coming nearer,
He slams in an impossible shot,
The Rangers team has had their lot.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Over comes a very high ball,
Up goes McPhail above them all,
The ball and Billy’s head have met,
A lovely sight the ball is in the net.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Young Sam Wilson has them rocked,
But unluckily his shot was blocked,
Then big Bill with a lovely lob,
Makes it look such an easy job.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Now here is Mochan on the ball,
He runs around poor Ian McColl
Wee George Niven takes a daring dive,
But Smiler Mochan makes it number five.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Down the middle runs Billy McPhail,
With John Valentine on his tail,
With a shot along the ground,
The cup’s at Parkhead safe and sound.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Here comes Fernie, cool and slick,
He ambles up to take the kick,
He hits it hard and low past Niven,
The Tims are in their Seventh Heaven.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/hampden-in-the-sun/