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Henrik Larsson

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It seems like only yesterday
That Henrik joined the Celts to play

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Another Bhoy – it wasn’t new
They’d come and gone like morning dew

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We’d seen our share of hopeless men
Who’d shamed the Hoops and left again

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The struggle lost – these shirts for hire
Would leave our Celtic in the mire

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 We needed men of strength and fight
We hoped the Club had chosen right

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 So off to Easter Road we went
To see the man on whom Wim spent

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 A paltry sum to give the Dutch
For Celtic didn’t have that much

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 It wasn’t great – if truth be known
For Henrik gave some cause to moan

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 With time still left he made a pass
It found a Hibee on the grass

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 A Celtic fan: such irony!
Chick Charnley lashed it in with glee.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 The sun shone down, we did our best
But did our Bhoy just fail the test?

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Now little did the legions know
This man would give us all a show

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 From this most inauspicious start
We took the Swedish Bhoy to heart

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 If mighty oaks from acorns grow
We reaped what Blessed Henrik sowed

15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 For born from Henrik’s debut game
Would spring a legend worth the name

16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 The King of Kings, for it is he
Is loved by all the hooped army

17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 For seven years he did us proud
The number seven of the crowd

18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 He made opponents look like dross
(His ball sailed sweetly over Klos)

19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 His pace, his drive, his quality
Could lift the hearts of all who’d see

20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 Bhoys and Ghirls embraced this gift
He’d given all the Club a lift

21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 But then the time it came to go
He gave his all – and more you know

22 Leave a comment on verse 22 0 The fans will always sing his name
For years to come we’ll shout the same

23 Leave a comment on verse 23 0 He more than earned each penny paid
His memory will never fade

24 Leave a comment on verse 24 0 In years to come, when we grow old
We’ll tell our kin of players bold

25 Leave a comment on verse 25 0 Of players they weren’t born to see
Who wore the green for you and me

26 Leave a comment on verse 26 0 But though the years will pass and more
We’ll not forget whom we adore

27 Leave a comment on verse 27 0 For Henke means far more than most
He gave us pride and cause to boast

28 Leave a comment on verse 28 0 We love so dear what fortune brings
God save you Henrik – King of Kings

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/henrik-larsson-4/