On Parkhead’s field
A shamrock grows,
A trinity for passing,
Lisbon heroes.
For Simpson and Stein
And bold Bobby Murdoch,
Their souls remain,
Names forever echoed.
Joy we remember
In our father’s hearts
When the Lisbon Lions
Played at Celtic Park.
But their hearts remain
Forever Broken hearted
As these Lisbon heroes
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