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 Lyrics to the songs we sing and also a few other great Irish titles  
Celtic Song Hail Hail, The Celts are here, What the hell do we care, What the hell do we care, Hail Hail, The Celts are here, What the hell do we care now ... For its a Grand Old Team to play for, For its a Grand Old team to see, And if you know the history, Its enough to make your heart go, Nine-in-a-row. We don't care what the animals say, What the hell do we care, For its all we know, Is that there going to be a show, And the Glasgow Celtic will be there. You'll Never Walk Alone When you walk through a storm, Hold your head up high, And don't be afraid of the dark. At the end of a storm, There's a golden sky, And the sweet silver song of a lark. Walk on through the wind, Walk on through the rain, Though your dreams be tossed and blown.. Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart, And you'll never walk alone... Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart, And you'll never walk alone... You'll never walk alone. Fields of Athenry By lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling.. Michael they are taking you away. For you stole Trevaillians corn, So your young might see the morn It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry Chorus: Lo lie the Fields of Athenry, Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry By lonely prison wall I heard a young man calling Nothing matters Mary when you're free Against the famine and the crown I rebelled, they cut me down Now you must raise our child with dignity. Chorus By lonely harbour wall, she watched the last hour falling. As the prison-ship sailed out against the sky But she'll live and hope and pray For her love in Botany Bay It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry Chorus We are Celtic Supporters (Over and Over) O-ver and O-ver, we will follow you,O-ver and O-ver, we will see you through,We are Celtic supporters, faithful through and through,and over and over, we will follow you. If you go to Germany, you will see us there,France or Spain its all the same,We'll go any where,We'll be there to cheer you,as you travel round,you can take us anywhere, we won't let you down. Chorus If you go to Lisbon, we'll go once again,In Zaire you'll find us there calling out your name,when you need supporting, you will always know,we'll be right there with you, every where you go. Chorus Celtic Celtic Chorus:Celtic, Celtic thats the team for me,Celtic, Celtic on to victory,They're the finest team in Scotland, I'm sure you will agree,We'll never give up till we've won the cup and the scottish football league. They come from bonnie Scotland, they come from county Cork,They come from dear old Donegal and even from New York,From every street in Glasgow they proudly make their way,To a place called dear old paradise and this is what they say. Chorus There's Fallon, Young and Gemmel who proudly wear the green,There's Clark, McNeill and Kennedy the best there;s ever been,Jim Johnstone, Murdoch, Chalmers, John Divers and John Hughes,And sixty thousand Celtic fans who proudly shout the news. Chorus The Coronation Cup Said Lizzie to Phillip as they sat down to dine,I've just had a note from an old friend of mine,His name is 'Big Geordie' he's loyal and true,And his dirty big nose is a light shade of blue.He says that the Rangers are right on their game,And ask for a trophy to add to their fame,I'll send up a cup that the Rangers can win,Said Phillip to Liz watch the Celts don't step in.Said Lizzie to Phillip they don't stand a chance,I'll send up my Gunners to lead them a dance,With Celtic defeated the way will be clear,A cup for the Rangers in my crowning year.But alas for their hopes for the loyal true blues,The Celts beat the Gunners and Manchester too,Beat Hibs in the final and oh what a scene,Sure Hampden was covered in banners of green.Said Lizzie to Phillip when she heard the grim news,A blow has been struck at our loyal true blues,Oh tell me dear Phillip and you ought to know,How to keep Glasgow Celtic defeated below.Said Phillip to Lizzie there's only one way,I've known of their secret for many a day,To keep the Celts down you will have to deport,The whole Fenian army that gives them support.Back at the top Oh Hampden in the sun Chorus:Oh Hampden in the Sun,Celtic 7 Rangers 1,That was the score when it came time up,The Timalloys had won the cup. I see Tully running down the line,He slips the ball past Valentine,It's nodded down by 'Teazy Weazy',And Sammy Wilson makes it look so easy. Chorus I see Mochan beating Shearer,The League Cup is coming nearer.He slams in an impossible shot,The Rangers team has had their lot. Chorus Over comes a very high ball,Up goes McPhail above them all,The ball and Billy's head have met,A lovely sight the ball is in the net. Chorus Young Sam Wilson has them rocked,but unluckily his shot was blocked,Then big Bill with a lovely lob,Makes it look such an easy job. Chorus Now here is Mochan on the ball,He runs around poor Ian McColl,Wee George Niven takes a daring dive,But Smiler Mochan makes it number five. Chorus Down the middle runs Billy McPhail,With John Valentine on his tail,With a shot along the ground,The cup's at Parkhead safe and sound. Chorus Here comes Fernie, cool and slick,He ambles up to take the kick,He hits it hard and low past Niven,The Tims are in their Seventh Heaven. John Thompson Song A young lad named John Thomson,From the west of Fife he came,To play for Glasgow Celtic,And to build himself a name.On the fifth day of September,'gainst the Rangers club he played,From defeat he saved the Celtic,Ah but what a price he paid.The ball rolled from the centre,Young John ran out and dived,The ball rolled by; young John lay still,For his club this hero died.I took a trip to Parkhead,To the dear old Paradise,And as the players came out,Sure the tears fell from my eyes.For a famous face was missing,From the green and white brigade,And they told me Johnny Thomson,His last game he had played.Farewell my darling Johnny,Prince of players we must part,No more we'll stand and cheer you,On the slopes of Celtic Park.Now the fans they all are silent,As they travel near and far,No more they'll cheer John Thomson,Our bright and shining star.So come all you Glasgow Celtic,Stand up and play the game,For between your posts there stands a ghost, Johnny Thomson is his name. The flags are out for Celtic The flags are gaily flying o'er Celtic Park today Because the lads of Celtic have shown the World the way They played the game in Lisbon and here is how they won They didn't play defensive, attack is what they done The flags are out for Celtic, they know just what to do And Scottish hearts and Irish hearts are mighty proud of you In all the big World over the name of Celtic rung And in our heart of Glasgow our Celtic song was sung God bless you great eleven, this is your greatest day Next season Jock from Greenock we're with you all the way The flags are out for Celtic, they know just what to do And Scottish hearts and Irish hearts are mighty proud of you You won so many cups this year, 4 or 5 or 6You should give one to Rangers, they're really in a fixJohn Lawrence shook your hands lads as you came off the planeAnd everyone is proud of you, your football brought you fameThe flags are out for Celtic, they know just what to doAnd Scottish hearts and Irish hearts are mighty proud of you Celtic is the name In Glasgow town we have a team and Celtic is the nameWe've beaten Rangers and Milan for Celtic know the gameAnd if you don't believe me boys then come and see us playFor Glasgow Celtic, up the Celtic, beats the World todayWe are a famous football team I'm sure you all agreeWe've played them all, the big and small, from Lisbon to DundeeAnd if you don't believe me boys then this to you I sayCome up the Parkhead, dear old Parkhead, Celtic leads the wayCome up the Parkhead, dear old Parkhead, Celtic leads the wayIn Glasgow town we have a team and Celtic is the nameWe've beaten Rangers and Milan for Celtic know the gameAnd if you don't believe me boys then come and see us playFor Glasgow Celtic, up the Celtic, beats the World todayFor Glasgow Celtic, up the Celtic, beats the World today Why Follow Celtic Sometimes I've been asked by one man or anotherWhy do I follow Celtic, why do I take the botherBut he must be a fool, who would ask me such a questionSo then how can I explain, try to tell him what he's missingAnd it's 1, 2, 3, Celtic for meNot a team in the world like the CelticIf a man has never seen Glasgow Celtic when they're playingHe mustn't have a soul, mustn't know what he is sayingAnd if he's never heard when the Celtic crowd is cheeringThen there's nothing I can say but he must be hard of hearingAnd it's 1, 2, 3, Celtic for meNot a team in the world like the CelticWhen Celtic are in Parkhead I am proud to be there with themSoon they play again but sadly I do miss themThey're the team for me, their could never be anotherAnd then some fool wil ask, why do I take the botherAnd it's 1, 2, 3, Celtic for meNot a team in the world like the CelticSo if anyone should ask and you want to give a reasonTell him go and find himself a ticket for the seasonAnd when he's been to Parkhead and seen the Celtic playingWell it won't be very long until you will hear him sayingWhy do I take the botherAnd it's 1, 2, 3, Celtic for me Boys From County Armagh There's one fair county in Ireland, with memories so glorious and grand, where nature has lavished its bounty, in the orchard of Erin's green land, I love its cathedral city, once founded by Patrick so true, and deep in the heart of its bosom, lie the ashes of Brian Boru. Chorus It's my old Irish home, far across the foam, although I've often left it, in foreign lands to roam, no matter where I wander, through cities near and far, still my heart it's home in old Ireland, in the county of Armagh. I've travelled through parts of its county, through Newtown, Forkhill, Crossmaglen, around by the gap of Mountnorris, and home by Blackwater again, where the girls are so gay and so hearty, none fairer in Erin go Bragh, but where are the boys that can court them, like the boys of the County Armagh! Chorus For it was there in the part of that county, Where Beaglan The Great built his throne, And the murmuring and rushing Blackwater, Separates us from County Tyrone, And although I'm now banished far from it, I still in my heart hold a grin, For the place of my birth and my childhood, And the boys from the County Armagh. |
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