In the Old East End of Glasgow
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In the old east end of Glasgow
we would watch the Bhoys in green.
How we stood proud with our father,
who raised us on his Celtic team.
¶ 2
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We would walk along the Gallowgate
where he would find a local pub,
as the hymns that the faithful chanted
were of the Celtic Football Club.
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We would make our way to Parkhead
were we would celebrate the goals,
around our necks we wore a scarf
of the bold green, white & gold.
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Underneath the sky at Paradise,
onto a hallowed football pitch,
the heroes that we dreamt to be
wore with pride, the famous Celtic strip
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