Michael Davitt’s gift of Irish turf
Was stolen one night from Celtic’s pitch,
The thieves crept in when the sky was dark
And stole a piece of Ireland from Celtic Park.
Were it went to, no one could say
When the fans went to watch the Celtic play,
It was probably uprooted and planted in a box
By a regular attendee over at Ibrox.
Dec’31st 2003
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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