Memories of Celtic
Memories of Celtic, we hold so dear,
Of George McCluskey’s goals, the Centenary Year,
When we used to stand, dance and sing,
Were home was the Jungle, when Dalglish was King.
We used to get drunk from the fumes in the air
Of cheap bottles of wine, lager and cider,
We would encourage each player & sing from our hearts
After goal after goal that was scored at Celtic Park.
We remember the old woman with her green & white teddy bear
At the Celtic end she stood, every game she was there,
Memories of Celtic, the green, white & gold,
Live forever within our green & white soul.
Daniel McDonagh – July’26th 2005
On The Terraced Steps of Parkhead
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.
© Daniel McDonagh
Jul’22nd 2005
In The Old East End of Glasgow
in the old east end of Glasgow
where we watch the Bhoys in green
how we stood proud with our father
who raised us on his Celtic team
we would walk along the Gallowgate
were he would find a local pub
as the hymns that the faithful chanted
were of the Celtic football club.
we would make our way to Parkhead
were we'd celebrate the goals
around our necks we wore a scarf
of the bold green, white & gold
underneath the sky at Paradise
onto a hallowed football pitch
the heroes that we dreamt to be
wore with pride a Celtic strip
© Daniel McDonagh
July’22 2005
Wake Me up When the Season Starts
Wake me up when the season starts
Let sleep for now, my emerald heart,
As my mind plays over Martin O’Neill’s exit,
When he walked from the shrine of Celtic Park.
Wake me when the new Hoops are unveiled
And when Gordon Strachan’s new signings are on show,
Let sleep for now, my emerald soul,
But wake me when the Rangers get beat in Toronto.
Wake me up by the end of July
As the League campaign starts at Fir Park,
Were we return to avenge last season’s nightmare,
But for now, let sleep, my Celtic heart.
© Daniel McDonagh - July’19th 2005
At Celtic Park
The history of Celtic
Is beautifully told,
Of the men who wore with pride
The green, white & gold,
The legends my father spoke off
Stayed true within his heart,
As the souls of heroes and legends
Live forever at Celtic Park.
© Daniel McDonagh - July’6th 2005
The Canonization of Brother Walfrid
A man of God
A servant to his Parish
How his soul bled
For the displaced immigrant Irish.
How poverty grew
As their souls lost the fight
Their faith became strong
With the Lamb of God as their Light.
Their culture was ignored
No hope, no dreams
Until a Parish Priest
Raised an Irish team,
To play a game of football
For the poor Irish tables
To feed and clothe
The suffering families.
The Celtic were welcomed
Into the young & old of Irish heart
As they stood in unity
Around Celtic Park.
Today, we raise the cry
On the history of the Celtic
Will God one day accept
The canonization of Brother Walfrid ?
Daniel McDonagh June’27th 2005
For Now Parkhead Sleeps
The morning sun rose, still half asleep,
Over Glasgow’s old east end,
As Celtic Park stood in silence,
Deserted of heroes and legends.
Not a soul walked up Kerrydale Street,
Pubs on the Gallowgate were locked up and secured,
From a few early morning stragglers
Who would wait ‘til daybreak for a wee cure.
The flags over Parkhead rustled with a whisper
Looking & waiting for a stiff morning breeze,
Sparrows & Starlings whistled and sang,
Feeding their young that nested in the trees.
Martin O’Neill was gone, with no ballad or song,
As a new season and era was approaching,
But we remember so fondly, the glory winning years
That the faithful would celebrate and sing.
Jackie McNamara was gone, down to Moulineux he went,
Were a war of words would unfold,
But we read in the papers, heard on TV,
That Lennon was the new captain of the green, white & gold.
And as Gordon Strachan takes over the helm at Celtic Park,
Will his soul be committed to the emerald green,
As we remember his antics when he came to play at Parkhead
For the red & white of Aberdeen.
For now Parkhead sleeps, a new season we will greet,
And in July, we will praise each new Glasgow Celtic player,
As the soul of a man kneels down on Kerrydale Street,
As Brother Walfrid says in silence, a prayer.
Daniel McDonagh – June’24th 2005
A Poem for Neil Lennon
Fionn MacCumhail, Bran and Cuchulain
Brave and heroic Irish men,
Their tales and myths are legendary
Around the emerald shores of Erin.
How Ireland’s sons in their Parkhead years
Have played with courage in their hearts,
As bold Neil Lennon, the Bhoy from Lurgan,
Plays with pride at Celtic Park.
Peacock, Tully, Fallon and Bonnar
Walked the Giants Causeway to Paradise,
And became legends to the Celtic faithful
When wearing Celtic’s green & white.
And when Neil Lennon walks up Kerrydale Street
Whistling a familiar Celtic tune,
He’s greeted by the die-hard supporters
Who hail Neil Lennon, as a Celtic icon.
With his football days soon drawing near,
Like the last flight of freedom’s Lark,
We pray that Neil Lennon will finish his career
By wearing the hoops at Celtic Park.
© Daniel McDonagh - June’15th 2005
God Bless Martin O’Neill
The banners in the sky,
They were green, white & gold
As the songs that we sang
Were born from our soul,
And as Parkhead would welcome
The Celts onto the field,
Our saddened hearts would say goodbye
To Martin O’Neill.
The faithful fans, they traveled
Far and wide to Paradise
As the glory days and silverware
Were wrapped in green & white,
And the Gallowgate would celebrate
With every Celtic pub,
Chanting songs of the Glasgow Celtic,
Martin O’Neill’s proud football club.
The pride that he restored
To the bhoys in emerald green
Our fathers would compare him
To the legend of Jock Stein,
As 80,000 Celtic fans
Made their way o’er to Seville,
They were dedicated to Celtic
And to Martin O’Neill.
We would march with O’Neill
As we walked to Ibrox Park,
We saw Larsson and the Celtic
Tear the ‘Gers apart,
We thanked our Lord in heaven
And the players on the field;
God bless Glasgow Celtic;
God bless Martin O’Neill.
Now Celtic Park will stand proud
As we bid a fond farewell
As the season closed with the Scottish Cup
Being presented to O’Neill,
The green flag of the Celtic
Will fly forever in his heart
As the faithful will pray that he will return one day
To dear old Celtic Park.
© Daniel McDonagh - June’2nd 2005
Larsson in the Hoops, Again
How grand it was to see Henrik Larsson
Wearing the green & white hoops once again,
Even though it was only a friendly
For Jackie McNamara’s testimonial game,
Larsson will always be a hero
Through the eyes of the Parkhead faithful,
As his name will mentioned alongside the greats
Of Murdoch, Johnstone, Dalglish & McNeill.
© Daniel McDonagh - May’30th 2005
Jackie McNamara
An unsung hero
for the bhoys in green,
The quiet man
on Parkhead’s pitch,
Like his father before him
he proudly wears
The famous green & white
Celtic strip.
From midfield to
left & right back,
He will play in any
position on the park
Paradise has been home
for a good 10 years,
As Jackie McNamara
celebrates his testimonial year.
© Daniel McDonagh - May’30th 2005
The Martin O’Neill Scottish Cup Final
Banners of green flew at Hampden Park
And thanked Martin O’Neill for five glorious years,
The Scottish Cup final would be his last game in charge
As he walked onto the pitch to a rapture of praise & cheers.
And the Celtic lined up to face Dundee United
As the faithful sat through the drizzle and the rain,
Could the Celtic capture O’Neill’s 7th piece of silverware
That would soften the sadness, erase the pain.
The only goal of the game came from a Thompson free-kick
That took a deflection on the way into the net,
And the faithful danced and sang like angels
As the cup was making its way home to Parkhead.
The referee blew his whistle for the end of the game
As the players readied themselves for the trophy presentation,
Jackie McNamara stood by and watched the Scottish Cup being hoisted
By Martin O’Neill, Steve Walford and John Robertson.
© Daniel McDonagh May’30th 2005
Scottish Cup Final – May’28th 2005
Celtic 1 v 0 Dundee United
Paul Lambert
On Parkhead’s dressing room wall
Hangs a Celtic top in it’s own
That was once worn by a player that I adored,
He played his football from his heart
When he ran onto Celtic Park
And we would raise the roof for the few goals that he scored.
And as Parkhead lies empty at night
He’ll be remembered in the green & white
As the faithful once chanted & gladly praised his name,
If I had the chance to shake his hand
I’d let him know he’s forever a Celtic man,
As he played for the jersey in every Celtic game.
© Daniel McDonagh - May’29th 2005
The Last Game for Martin O’Neill
As we look forward to Saturday
For the Scottish Cup Final,
Were Dundee United will travel
Down to old Hampden,
Will we, as Celtic fans witness
The last game for Martin O’Neill
Will he say farewell
To his bold Celtic men?
Can the players erase
Last Sunday’s Fir Park defeat
As they ask for guidance
In their prayers,
For on Hampden pitch
A battlecry they will meet,
As a victory will present Martin O’Neill
His last piece of silverware.
© Daniel McDonagh - May’25th 2005
Martin O’Neill
Martin O’Neill thanked Brother Walfrid
For the creation of Glasgow Celtic,
For 117 years this club has served
The descendants of Irish immigrants.
And we now thank Martin O’Neill
For bringing the pride, back into our hearts,
For the trophies won and our trip to Seville,
For the 5 years of glory, he brought to Celtic Park.
Daniel McDonagh – May’26th 2005
Give Me Celtic and Give Me Pride
I have walked the streets of Glasgow town
At Celtic Park, I can be found,
I’ll sit and cheer; I’ll dance and sing,
When watching the Bhoys at the Holy Ground.
Give me Celtic and give me pride
As we support the green & white,
When heaven blossoms, you’ll hear us sing
In through the gates of Paradise.
I’ve seen the goals by a man named Larsson,
Stood in astonishment at the skills of Dalglish,
Saw a Rangers team demoralized
When Jinky brought them to their knees.
I have been blessed to watch the Celtic
Watching Leagues and Cups being won,
And I pass down the history and the songs
To my daughter and my son.
Daniel McDonagh – May’25th 2005
Farewell to Martin O’Neill
Farewell to Martin O’Neill
The hero of the green, white & gold,
How Parkhead will treasure the memories
And of the passion of your emerald soul.
While God sighs deep in heaven
As you will be missing from Parkhead’s field of dreams
Who will the faithful bow down and praise to?
When you no longer coach the Bhoys in green.
In the first year of O’Neill at Celtic Park,
The Treble of Scotland was delivered to us,
As we won the League & the League Cup
And a Scottish Cup victory over the Hibs.
On the Gallowgate, we danced and sang
We celebrated on the streets of Toronto,
Mother’s, sisters grannies and children
Wore the famous Hoops of our gallant heroes.
O’Neill’s fourth piece of silverware,
Came in the following year
As the Celtic repeated as League Champions
And the faithful had another reason to cheer.
In sunny Spain we believed in dreams
As we watched O’Neill celebrate Larsson’s goals
But our hearts they cried for the emerald green
As our tears, they flowed in Seville.
We returned to the fold the following season
As a smile returned to the face of O’Neill,
Led by the partnership of Hartson and Larsson,
The Celts completed the domestic double.
In O’Neill’s fifth year, we shed a tear
As the fans sang a lament in song,
Our hearts were broken as our spirits cried
When we said farewell to Martin O’Neill.
To Martin O’Neill, this I will say
As St.Brigid will guide your life,
The Celtic will live forever in your heart
As the saints of Ireland will be vigilant by your wife.
© Daniel McDonagh - May'25th 2005
3000 Miles from Celtic Park
3000 miles from Celtic Park
Be it Durham, Bramalea or Toronto
The faithful stand, cheer and sing
Of the Bhoys from the east end of Glasgow.
They proudly herald Celtic’s name
When wearing the famous green & white jersey
As the exiled fans are still passionate and devout
When they talk of Celtic legends & our proud history.
Daniel McDonagh – May’24th 2005
Faithful, Through and Through
Yes, we lost the League
At Fir Park
As a wreath of sadness
Cradles our hearts,
We embarrassing lost
Our last league game
And our emerald souls
Have disappeared with shame.
But we must try at least
To hold our heads up high,
And weather the taunts & cheers
Of the Rangers victory cry,
As we sit in silence
And ponder the truth,
We must remind ourselves,
We are Faithful, Through and Through.
As we support the Celtic
Through the agony and the pain,
We must raise our spirits
For Martin O’Neill’s men,
For the green & white
That we were born to with pride,
Shall never fade,
But flourish till we die.
© Daniel McDonagh - May’23rd 2005
The Honour of the Jersey
It is but an honour
To wear with pride
The green & white Celtic jersey,
To join the elite
Of famous players
Who have taken part in this football club’s history.
The Celtic crest,
When on my chest,
Signifies the Irish culture and faith,
And when I take to the pitch
In a Celtic strip,
Football will be played the Celtic way.
Daniel McDonagh – May’19th 2005
I Thank the Lord, For Being Born a Celtic Man
I thank the Lord, for being born a Celtic man
Raised on the stories of heroes and legends,
Were Parkhead has been a cathedral of song
Were Jock Stein’s men were welcomed home from Lisbon.
I thank the Lord, for being a born Celtic man
As the Gallowgate walk has been shared with friends
Who celebrated the pride of wearing the green & white
As they sung for Celtic and Ireland’s fight.
I thank the Lord, for being a born Celtic man
And for witnessing the goals scored by Larsson,
And with the grace of God and the faith of my team,
I will die a happy man, following the Hoops of green.
Daniel McDonagh – May’17th 2005
Craig Beattie
Come on Celtic,
Give us a goal
With 20 minutes left
The games a draw at Tynecastle,
The faithful are sitting in silence,
Martin O’Neill is speechless by the dugout,
The Hearts fans are celebrating
And taunting the Celtic crowd,
Alan Thompson's first half strike
Has been cancelled by Hearts' Paul Hartley,
Can Petrov find inspiration?
Can we find some magic from Craig Bellamy?
Can Douglas stay steadfast in goal?
And can we depend on Varga and Balde ?
I can hear the Ibrox Loyal quietly grinning
As a draw could cost us the League
However, a ball has been passed
Across the Heart penalty box,
Were it had been left by Bellamy
And up steps young Craig Beattie.
Amen.
© Daniel McDonagh - May'16th 2005
Our Spiritual Home
Our spiritual home is Ireland
Were our fore-father’s had to abandon,
As the Irish Diaspora fled in droves
To escape poverty and the famine.
To the west coast of Scotland, they poorly arrived,
With hopes of finding a new paradise,
They were openly received with ignorance and hate,
Shown no help from the governing State.
Brother Walfrid opened his arms
And welcomed into his heart,
The sons and daughters of Erin,
Who found their heritage on the pitch at Celtic Park.
© Daniel McDonagh - Apr’11th 2005
Irish Heart & Celtic Soul
My great-granddad came from Sligo
And in Glasgow, he found his dream,
Side by side with his fellow compatriots,
He embraced the Bhoys in green.
He traveled with the Brake Clubs
To watch the Glasgow Celtic play
And his Irish heart would swell with pride
When goals were scored from McGrory.
He would talk emotionally of the Celtic
When he would take his young son’s hand,
As they walked the miles to Celtic Park
He would sing for dear old Ireland.
For the green & white he would stand and cheer
As Celtic & Ireland reigned in his heart,
For this Sligo man had all his prayers answered
When watching the Bhoys win at Celtic Park.
© Daniel McDonagh - May’11th 2005
Heralding the Name of Celtic
It was a sunny day
Down Govan way,
As Celtic songs
Were loudly sung,
The Lord above
Was in full voice
When Celtic went to
Ibrox and won.
A goal by Stan Petrov
We joyfully celebrated,
And we sank to our knees
When Craig Bellamy scored,
And the angels in heaven,
Wrapped in emerald green,
Heralded the name of Celtic
With a biblical roar.
© Daniel McDonagh - April’24th 2005
Rangers 1 v Celtic 2
April’24th 2005
Ibrox Park, Glasgow
The Ghost of Celtic Legends
Celtic Park stands quiet
As the sun now hides its face,
The terracing has became quiet
Only silence engulfs the space.
The pitch lies smooth like velvet,
The nets sway in a midnight breeze,
As the ghost of Celtic legends
Emerge from the tunnel to Angels cheers.
They re-live past games and glories
And of victories the Celtic won,
Were McGrory and Quinn were the talismen,
In goal, stood the young John Thomson.
At Celtic Park were dreams come true,
Were legends scored memorable goals,
We hope for the ghost of past Celtic heroes
To be the guiding spirit to bring the League Trophy home.
© Daniel McDonagh - May’2nd 2005
The Croy Express
How the opposition
With their Neanderthal defenders,
Would apply fist’ and boots
To bring down an attacking centre forward,
They would tremble like children
When they first saw the sight,
Of Jimmy Quinn traveling goal bound
Wearing Celtic’s green & white
© Daniel McDonagh - Apr’15th 2005
Inspired by the book: ‘The Mighty Quinn’
Author: David W.Potter
Craig Bellamy XVI
The man who has been installed
As Henrik Larrson VII’s successor
Is Craig Bellamy XVI
To Celtic’s faithful supporters,
He will grace us with his presence
When he steps onto a football pitch
And his Homily will be his performance
In a Glasgow Celtic strip.
© Daniel McDonagh – Apr’25th 2005
Craig Bellamy Spoke to Our Lord
On his knees and in prayer
With his hands cupping his face,
Craig Bellamy spoke to our Lord above,
With the feeling of being blessed.
He had just scored a cracker of a goal
On his first visit to Ibrox Park,
As the faithful celebrated and sang of joy,
Craig spoke to God from his heart;
Our Father, who art in Heaven,
Isn’t it grand being a Celtic man,
For it is with pride, that I wear the shirt
Of the famous Glasgow Celtic.
© Daniel McDonagh - Apr’26th 2005
The Mighty James Quinn
On Coronation Row in the village of Croy
Lived the bold and brave Jimmy Quinn,
A son of Irish Diaspora immigrants
A Croy native and Celtic legend.
When the mining pits were candle lit,
As the young would burrow for coal,
Their workweek ended with a Saturday half shift,
At Parkhead they would celebrate a Jimmy Quinn goal.
The Celtic Brake clubs, they would travel
With their banner and rosettes,
And share a glass of ale & stout
When Jimmy’s shot found the net.
And poor, bare footed youngsters
Would stand outside Celtic Park,
To greet and shake the hand of a man
Who had Croy and Celtic in his heart.
© Daniel McDonagh - Apr’18th 2005
Inspired by the book: ‘The Mighty Quinn’
Author: David W.Potter
Baptized on the Hoops of Green & White
Baptized on the hoops of green & white
And on the Gospels of Maley, McGrory & Stein,
Saw miracles unfold at Celtic Park
Feeding the thousands of the faithful, are the Bhoys in green.
Singing like angels under the roof of the old Jungle,
Displaying our colours for all to see,
The Messiah has appeared over the years,
In as many players who have played in Celtic’s proud history.
© Daniel McDonagh - April’26th 2005
Celtic Scarves and Ireland’s Flag
When Brother Walfrid came to Glasgow
And settled in the old east end,
He would build a team for the diocese
That sheltered Irish immigrants,
The players of Maley, McCallum and Kelly
Proudly wore the Celtic Cross,
The Glasgow Celtic name would flourish
As the sons of Erin would rejoice.
Cups and trophies and League titles
Would make their way to Paradise,
As Willie Maley nurtured the talents
Who played on the pitch beneath Parkhead’s sky,
Alec McNair and big Dan Doyle
And a Bhoy from Croy called Jimmy Quinn,
Would play on the pitch in a Celtic strip
And hear the sons of Erin celebrate a win.
From the Garngad, came James McGrory
Who gave to the Bhoys, his heart and soul,
And granddad, he would dance on the terracing
At the sight of every McGrory goal,
And Patsy Gallagher and Charlie Tully
Would terrorize defenders down the wing,
Their skills and courage in the green & white
Would make the sons of Erin sing.
And big Jock Stein, as player and manager
Led the Celts to silverware,
He saw the growth of Johnstone and Murdoch
As victory songs rang in the air,
Football was his pride and passion
That he taught to all his players,
And the Celtic shirt, the players would treasure
That each should be so proud to wear.
The faithful who embrace the Celtic
Take their place at Celtic Park,
They’ve watched McNeill, McStay and Larsson
Play for Celtic from their hearts,
Devoted to the name of Celtic
They proudly wear their emerald green,
They’ll travel far from every corner
To sing the songs of Brother Walfrid‘s team.
Celtic scarves and Ireland’s flag
Are on display at Celtic Park,
As every fan, will stand behind,
The men who play for Celtic.
© Daniel McDonagh - Apr’7th 2005
The Welsh Celts
St. David sent two of his disciples
To proclaim their faith on a football pitch
As Brother Walfrid’s faithful stood in worship
And sang of two Welsh sons in a Celtic strip,
Craig Bellamy and John Hartson
Have absorbed the Parkhead roar,
For heaven shines onto Paradise
When the Glasgow Celtic score.
© Daniel McDonagh - Apr’18th 2005
Jorge Cadete
Do you remember Jorge Cadete's
First game at Celtic Park,
The rain lashed down on Glasgow town,
The sky was the colour of winter dark.
Aberdeen, they looked downtrodden,
Their fans made not a sound.
As Jorge Cadete waited by the touchline
Ready to be introduced to the Holy Ground.
This ex-Sporting Lisbon icon,
Once a Portuguese goal scoring hero,
Would wear the hoops once again
Now that home was the east end of Glasgow.
The Celtic fans they rose to their feet
As Tommy Burns stood by Cadete's side,
And he whispered a few words of encouragement and comfort
As Cadete was welcomed by Glasgow's green & white.
Leading the game by four goals,
Two a piece from big Pierre and Donnelly,
The Celtic support roared with joy
When Cadete chipped the 5th over the Aberdeen goalie.
It was a night of misery for Michael Watt,
Five times he picked the ball out from the net,
As the Celtic faithful went home singing
Of a new hero called Jorge Cadete.
© Daniel McDonagh - Apr'15th 2005
In Our Teenage Years
We used to stand in the Jungle
In our teenage years,
Celtic scarf’s wrapped around our wrists
Smuggling in a few cans of beer,
We would be drunk on the atmosphere
That surrounded Celtic Park
And when we sang of Celtic & Ireland,
We sang from our hearts.
© Daniel McDonagh - Apr’14th 2005
To Parkhead, Make Your Way
Come on, come on, to Parkhead, make your way
It’s there you’ll watch the Glasgow Celtic play,
Were the Tully’s, McGrory’s, the Larsson’s & the Stein’s
Have pulled over their heads, the famous Hoops of green.
Sing a song, and celebrate a goal
As we wave our flags of green, white and gold,
Let your sons and daughters witness on the pitch,
The finest players to ever wear a Celtic strip.
© Daniel McDonagh - Apr’11th 2005
The Hoops of Belfast & Glasgow
Those green and white Hoops,
The passion and the faith,
From the Donegal Road
Down Parkhead’s way.
The stories from our fathers
Of the green, white and gold,
Of those who wore the Hoops
From the streets of Belfast & Glasgow.
© Daniel McDonagh – April’7th 2005
A Green & White Celtic Scarf
A green & white Celtic scarf
Was laid to rest in April of 1995
And to my father, I never got the chance
To say a last goodbye,
He brought me up on the glory
Of the famous Glasgow Celtic
His songs and stories of the Bhoys in green,
I never will forget.
© Daniel McDonagh
to the memory of my father
Daniel McDonagh
Born: May'4th 1941
Died: April'2nd 1995
Devout to the Green & White
On a Saturday afternoon
We would make our way to Celtic Park
Where we would stand and cheer the Bhoys in green
While waving Ireland’s flag,
The songs of Glasgow Celtic,
They would flow from every fan
As the Hoops have been worn, since we were born,
From every boy and man.
We have heard of Patsy Gallagher
And the skills that he possessed,
The goals from Jimmy McGrory,
We would swear that he was blessed,
Neil Mochan and Sean Fallon,
They both wore the Hoops with pride
And Tommy Burns and Peter Grant
Were devout to the green & white.
And when we meet our Maker,
When we pass through the Pearly Gates,
We will sing of the Glasgow Celtic
And put a scarf around his neck,
We will shake the hands of Thomson and Doyle,
Jimmy Quinn and big Jock Stein,
And with Brother Walfrid, we will talk forever,
About the Bhoys in emerald green.
© Daniel McDonagh - Mar’30th 2005
The Celtic Trinity
The Celtic Cross
The old Celtic Cross adorned the breast
Of the men who wore Celtic’s first strip,
This Christian symbol representing a halo from Christ
Guided Celtic to victory on the pitch.
The Four Leaf Clover
The three leaf clover represents the Holy Trinity
Of Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
The fourth leaf on a shamrock represents God’s Grace
That shines with glory down Parkhead’s way.
The Irish Tricolour
The Irish Tricolour flies high over Celtic Park
