The language of Celtic
Is in our blood,
As we’ve grown on the legends
Of this football club,
Were Brother Walfrid broke
The chains of poverty
And brought faith, hope & Celtic
To Glasgow’s Irish families.
The passion of Celtic,
We live and dream,
As we wear in our hearts
The colour of green,
On Parkhead’s pitch,
We’ve been blessed with glory
And celebrated in the pubs
Of this “No Mean City”.
The faith of Celtic,
Baptized at birth
Has been shared with our fathers
In a Celtic scarf,
Over Parkhead’s sky
Hangs Brother Walfrid’s star
A beacon of faith
For the Celtic fans.
March’16th 2004
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