I Am A Celtic Man - Poem by Daniel McDonagh
For Celtic and for Ireland
We travel from afar,
Cheering on the bhoys in green
From every Celtic pub and bar.
From the old home of Glasgow,
New York, Belfast and Dublin,
From the supporters clubs around Toronto,
From Ottawa, Montreal and Boston.
Wearing the beloved green & white,
Flying high the bold tri-colour,
Singing songs of Ireland’s heroes;
Sands, McDonnell & Patsy O’Hara.
Memories of when we were young
Traveling along to Celtic Park,
The old songs are still being sung,
The four-leaf clover sits forever over our hearts.
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