The Irishman Poem by Daniel McDonagh

From a green, beautiful troubled land,
Arrived on the shores, an Irishman,
A hitched ride to the cobbled streets of Glasgow
Were a job could fill a lonely soul.

A labourer in the shipbuilders by the Clyde
With religious bigotry by his side,
A sanctuary was found within Celtic Park
As he stood with men from Donegal and Cork.

He travelled Scotland far and wide
With the brake clubs to watch the green & white,
Only once did he return o’er the Irish Ocean
As we buried him by his Belfast home.

March 1989