The Holy Spirit Of Brother Walfrid’s Ghost Poem by Daniel McDonagh
The Holy Spirit Of Brother Walfrid’s Ghost
The Holy Spirit of Brother Walfrid’s ghost
Stands on the steps of Parkhead,
As he welcomes the souls of Stein, Maley & McGrory,
At Paradise, these legends once played.
They never questioned a man’s religion
Or if his politics were Left or Right,
As Parkhead stands as a shrine of glory
To the players who wore the green and white.
March'25th 2005
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