Celtic Pride

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He’s wearing the green and white hoops,
Fulfilling his grandfather’s pride.
An historical family occasion,
Selected for the old Glasgow side.
He stands in his place behind others,
In front is the shirt number nine.
His nerves almost took him over,
But he settled and soon he felt fine.
They walked out as thousands were cheering,
He could see through his grandfathers’ eyes.
The band was playing The Wild Rover,
Then he heard the old Celtic cries.
He surely knew now where he came from,
How proud his grandfather would be.
They cheered for an immigrant’s grandson,
Who sailed over the Old Irish Sea.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Robbie Kennedy Bennett 2002

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