Football Poets

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