The Canadian Tim Poem by Daniel McDonagh

The Canadian Tim



My father, he said, it was time for us to go
To make our home in Canada, in the city of Toronto
My heart cried out & sadness crept into my soul
No more would I see the green, white & gold.

I travelled over to Parkhead to see my last game
Stood in the Jungle that would never be the same,
No more would I see the skills of McCluskey & Burns
For Toronto is a long way from Celtic’s footballing sons.

I said goodbye to friends, we shared a laugh & a tear
No more Friday night drinking, a few cans of beer,
I said goodbye to Celtic, the team of my heart
Said farewell with sadness to old Celtic Park.

On the weekends I would travel to the east end of Toronto
To the Celtic Supporters club, Midland Avenue in Scarborough,
We would sing & talk of the Celtic with tears in our eyes.
All wishing we were at home on the terracing at Paradise.

It has been 25 years since I left the city of Glasgow
Supported the Celtic from Oshawa to Oakville,
I wander around Toronto in my green & white strip;
The passion is still strong for the famous Glasgow Celtic.


Jan’9th 2006

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