On Parkhead’s Pitch
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With our songs and dreams
And old Jungle tales
Were Grandfather watched
The brothers McPhail.
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On Parkhead’s pitch
Were our hopes would unfold
Celtic’s icons and heroes
Would play for the green, white & gold.
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With our father’s we would walk
On many a rainy day
Along the old Gallowgate
To sing and watch the Celtic play.
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We grew up on Dalglish
And matured on McGrain
Was blessed by a young McStay
And worshipped the legend of Larsson.
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Glories we have reveled
Defeats we have tasted
Lisbon was the crown
That our fathers celebrated.
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And we will raise our young
In the hoops of green
Where their faith will be in God,
And Glasgow’s Irish team.
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