Song For The Celtic
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The club that we love
Has a famous old name
The finest played for us
Their memories remain
They stepped onto a pitch
Sewn by God’s own hands
Whilst the faithful kept watch
From the emerald stands
There’ll be songs for the Celtic
And the flags will fly free
All forged from the passion
Of St Walfrid’s dream.
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