Biography of Daniel McDonagh
Originally from Glasgow, Scotland, Daniel has been living in Canada for 26 years. His greatest passion, Celtic Football Club.
He has been writing since he was 15 years old.
Daniel McDonagh's Works:
Poems published in various Celtic publications:
‘A Memorable Day’ published in Celtic Views - Celtic Writing Competition
‘A Poem for Henrik Larsson’ published in Thanks for the Memories Celtic fans' tribute to Henrik Larsson
‘The Barcelona Games’ published in View From The 32, issue 9, fanzine of the AICSC (Association of Irish Celtic Supporters Clubs)
‘Cumann Tachaiocta Ceilteach Gaolach’ published in View From The 32, issue 9, fanzine of the AICSC (Association of Irish Celtic Supporters Clubs)
‘From The Slopes of Old Parkhead’ published in the Tiocfaidh Ar La fanzine, issue 38
‘A Poem for Henrik Larsson’ published in the Tiocfaidh Ar La fanzine fanzine, issue 37
A Poem for Bobby Sands published in the Tiocfaidh Ar La fanzine fanzine, issue 37
‘Raised on Celtic & The Four Leaf Clover’ both poems were converted in one song that was put together by the Glasgow Irish /Celtic band, Charlie & The Bhoys, and appears on the latest CD, “Raised On Celtic”. The song was co-written with Jim of CATB and was renamed ‘Raised on Celtic’.
'Farewell to Martin O'Neill' & 'The Martin O'Neill Scottish Cup Final’ appear in the 'Book of Thanks' put together by the Durham CSC, Whitby, Ontario, Canada
'From Sligo to Glasgow' & 'Celtic Minded' were published in the September edition of the Cybertims CSC Newsletter
A weekly contributor to the Keep The Faith website, http: //www.keep-the-faith.net/, under the ‘The Celtic Poet.’
Co-Wrote the song, 'The Jungle Bhoys' with Celtic musician 'Doon The Gallowgate'
the poem 'Raised On Celtic' was published in the Bournemouth CSC's January newsletter, The Shamrock View. Thanks to Iaon Robertson for publishing the poem
Currently working on a new project of Glasgow Celtic poetry called “Football, Faith & Passion”
'The Ballad of Brother Walfrid' appeared in the June 2006 edition of 'An Sceal', the Irish In Scotland electronic newsletter
Daniel McDonagh Poems
Wearing Of The Green
My father wore the colour of green Deep within his heart, Were he grew up in the Garngad And walked the miles to Celtic Park.
From a green, beautiful troubled land, Arrived on the shores, an Irishman, A hitched ride to the cobbled streets of Glasgow Were a job could fill a lonely soul.
An Irish Son
Oh father, can you hear The voice of the Celtic fans Who praise and glorify an Irish son While others abuse his religion,
An Irish Colleen Was Dressed In Green
It was on Kerrydale Street that I did meet A pretty young girl from Dublin Town, This Irish colleen was dressed in green She was in Glasgow to visit the Holy Ground.
I feast my eyes on hardened rain, cleanse me drown me. Clouds rest to shelter,
From County Cork To Kerrydale Street
Sean McBride and his young wife Set out form County Cork, They traveled over to Glasgow town Were a football game they would watch,
We have supported the Celtic, our pride and joy, Since wearing the hoops as a 5 year old boy, As Paradise was imagined on a tenement backcourt Were games were won and battles fought.
The entrance to C’Adder is guarded by a creature Who rides a black unicorn, carrying his head in his hand, His eyes watch all strangers, pilgrims of God Who have been chased from their dwellings, robbed of their land.
Celtic Scarves And Ireland's Flag
When Brother Walfrid came to Glasgow and settled in the old east end, he would build a team for the diocese that sheltered Irish immigrants,
The East End
In the famous land of the barren east end lies broken factories and foundries, the old city of industrial past is forgotten and full of broken waste.
The 1957 October Revolution
Songs of joy and and songs of celebration Echoed on the terracing of old Hampden, And crucified while standing firm on his goal line, Stood the Rangers goalie, George Niven.
Brother Walfrid Stands By Parkhead's Gat...
The Celtic songs filled heaven's sky and we marched along the Gallowgate Joined by comrades, brothers and sisters, As Brother Walfrid stood by Parkhead's gates.
Coimeád An Creideamh
Green flags are unfurled and fill Glasgow's sky Banners of Celtic held up high Keep the faith, with pride, Walk on Fill your heart with a Celtic song.
Through The Turnstiles
In the east end of Glasgow, there’s Parkhead Were the voice of the Celtic is sung, As we’ve stood many a day, watching the Celtic play, Introduced to the hoops when we were young.
The flags of Parkhead
Will be lowered today,
As a Celtic legend
Has been taken away.
Jimmy Johnstone's memories
Will be forever told,
Of his days in the hoops,
His courage, his goals,