On The Terraced Steps Of Parkhead Poem by Daniel McDonagh

On the terraced steps of Parkhead,
on a Saturday afternoon
I would stand within the Jungle
singing familiar Celtic tunes.

And when the Rangers came to play,
a victory was oh so sweet;
our Celtic flags were raised so high
we danced up and down the street.

We would travel across Europe
sampling different types of beer
and the locals they would relish
Celtic songs and Celtic cheers.

We returned home to the Holy Ground
the sanctuary of Celtic Park
and watched the likes of Doyle & Burns
play for Celtic from their heart.


July’22 2005