Cumann Tachaiocta Ceilteach Gaolach - (The Association Of Irish Celtic Supporters Clubs) - Poem by Daniel McDonagh
From the counties of Ireland, from St.Patrick’s home,
From Ulster, Munster, Leinster & Connacht,
To Parkhead, where Peacock, Bonnar and Tully played,
The Association of Irish Celtic Supporters Clubs, make their way.
The soul of Ireland is passionate and loud,
Standing vigilante and faithful within the Celtic crowd,
Dedicated supporters who’d walk the Giant’s Causeway,
Over the Irish Sea to watch the Celtic play.
From the Emerald Isle, the passion grows,
With the pilgrimage to Paradise, in the east end of Glasgow,
Were the hoops of Celtic live in our soul,
Were the stories & legends never grow old.
Ireland’s sons have travelled on a stormy, winter’s night,
Through Germany & Spain, following the green & white,
As ambassadors of Celtic with their craic & their charm,
Singing songs of Celtic & dear old Ireland.
With Brother Walfrid’s spirit and Cuchalinn’s strength
They stand proud in their colours as Celtic men,
And when they take their place on the terracing of Celtic Park,
The gates of Parkhead, forever opens it’s heart.
The spirit of Celtic runs through our veins,
Our history and culture & memorable games,
If Maley & McGrory were to stand side by side
They’d witness the courage of Martin O’Neill’s side.
So, to the Irish men of who, travel from afar,
Their sanctuary is the home of Celtic Park,
Were Jock Stein’s Lions wore the famous green & white;
Were the four leaf clover is worn with Irish pride.
Comments about Cumann Tachaiocta Ceilteach Gaolach - (The Association Of Irish Celtic Supporters Clubs) by Daniel McDonagh
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.