The Green Brigade. Poem by THE HOLY POET

If Heaven's a dream
Then who is this team
Who play under Paradise skies
They're our green and white gold,
The Bhoys who're so bould
With a choir, their glittering prize.

So let them hear bhoys and ghirls
Who's the best in the world
Our voices they never will fade
As you lead off in song
Let the rest sing along
We're Celtic, we're their Green Brigade.

So come on all you Tims
These are your Celtic hymns
Unite, let our voices be one
Sing as though it's your last
Praise our glorious past
When the Jungle watched Lions in the sun.

We're the Paradise choir
Filled with passion, desire
And lift Celtic fans with each song
Though the counterfeits try
There's none can deny
The Green Brigade's where they belong.

With our backs to the ground
Watch us jump up and down
The full huddle's a sight to be seen
Though the feeling's immense
False claims just don't make sense
It's not Poznan's, it's ours and it's green!

We may taunt and torment
But will never repent
Our beliefs are one common ground
We don't mean to offend
Except those who defend
The realms of the Royal British Crown.



You will hear battle cries
Ring around Paradise
Acknowledged by all at Parkhead
We've political aims
Though dismiss them at games
But our banners speak volumes instead.

So let them hear bhoys and ghirls
Who's the best in the world
Our voices they never will fade
As you lead off in song
Let the rest sing along
We're Celtic, we're their Green Brigade.