Willie Maley

Oh Willie Maley was his name,
He brought some great names to the game,

When he was the boss at Celtic Park.

Taught them how to play football,
He made the greatest of them all,

Gallagher and Quinn have left their mark.

And they gave us James McGrory and Paul McStay,
They gave us Johnstone, Tully, Murdoch, Auld and Hay,

And most of the football greats,

Have passed through Parkhead’s gates,

All to play football the Glasgow Celtic way.

In ’38 there was a show,
And Glasgow was the place to go,

A model of the Tower was football’s prize.

England sent four of the best,
They didn’t meet with much success,

Because the trophy ended up in Paradise.

And they gave us James McGrory and Paul McStay,
They gave us Johnstone, Tully, Murdoch, Auld and Hay,

And most of the football greats,

Have passed through Parkhead’s gates,

All to play football the Glasgow Celtic way.

Well Coronation time was here,
Fifty three, that was the year,

Another four from England met their doom.

They said we’ll have to try again,
But like before it was in vain,

Because the Cup is in the Parkhead trophy room.

And they gave us James McGrory and Paul McStay,
They gave us Johnstone, Tully, Murdoch, Auld and Hay,

And most of the football greats,

Have passed through Parkhead’s gates,

All to play football the Glasgow Celtic way.

Well fourteen years had gone and so,
To Portugal we had to go,

To play the team that Italy adored.

Celtic went out to attack,
They won the Big Cup and they brought it back,

The first time it had been on British shores.

And they gave us James McGrory and Paul McStay,
They gave us Johnstone, Tully, Murdoch, Auld and Hay,

And most of the football greats,

Have passed through Parkhead’s gates,

All to play football the Glasgow Celtic way.

Now 21 years to that day,
With pride, it’s our Centenary,

And we’re among the honours once again.

Six million pounds the huns did spend,
But Souness found it was in vain,

Because the Celtic are the Champions again.

And they gave us James McGrory and Paul McStay,
They gave us Johnstone, Tully, Murdoch, Auld and Hay,

And most of the football greats,

Have passed through Parkhead’s gates,

All to play football the Glasgow Celtic way.

And now in 1995,
It feels good to be alive,

And we’re about to celebrate again.

The fans all cry out for Pierre,
He rises up into the air,

And brings the Scottish Cup to Paradise.

And they gave us James McGrory and Paul McStay,
They gave us Johnstone, Tully, Murdoch, Auld and Hay,

And most of the football greats,

Have passed through Parkhead’s gates,

All to play football the Glasgow Celtic way.

Why I follow Celtic

Sometimes I’ve been asked by one man or another,
Why do I follow Celtic, why do I take the bother,

But he must be a fool, who would ask me such a question,

So then how can I explain, try to tell him what he’s missing,

And it’s 1, 2, 3, Celtic for me,

Not a team in the world like the Celtic.

If a man has never seen Glasgow Celtic when they’re playing,
He mustn’t have a soul, mustn’t know what he is saying,

And if he’s never heard when the Celtic crowd is cheering,

Then there’s nothing I can say but he must be hard of hearing,

And it’s 1, 2, 3, Celtic for me,

Not a team in the world like the Celtic.

When Celtic are in Parkhead I am proud to be there with them,
Soon they play again but sadly I do miss them,

They’re the team for me, their could never be another,

And then some fool wil ask, why do I take the bother,

And it’s 1, 2, 3, Celtic for me,

Not a team in the world like the Celtic.

So if anyone should ask and you want to give a reason,
Tell him go and find himself a ticket for the season,

And when he’s been to Parkhead and seen the Celtic playing,

Well it won’t be very long until you will hear him saying,

Why do I take the bother,

And it’s 1, 2, 3, Celtic for me.

The Celtic song

Hail Hail, the Celts are here,
What the hell do we care,

What the hell do we care,

Hail Hail, the Celts are here,

What the hell do we care now…

For its a grand old team to play for,
For its a grand old team to see,

And if you know the history,

Its enough to make your heart go,

Nine-in-a-row

We don’t care what the animals say,
What the hell do we care,

For we only know,

That there’s gonna be a show,

And the Glasgow Celtic will be there.

Sure it’s the best darn team in Scotland
and the players they are Grand,

« We support the Celtic »

’cos they are the finest in the land.

We’ll be there to give the bhoys a cheer

When the League Flag flies,

And the cheers go up ’cos we know the Scottish Cup

is coming home to rest at Paradise.

We shall not be moved

We shall not, we shall not be moved,
We shall not, we shall not be moved.

Not by the Hearts, the Hibs or the Rangers,

We shall not be moved.

We’re on our way to Hampden,
We shall not be moved.

We’re on our way to Hampden,
We shall not be moved.

Not by the Hearts, the Hibs or the Rangers,
We shall not be moved.

The Scottish League is ours,
We shall not be moved.

The Scottish League is ours,
We shall not be moved.

Not by the Hearts, the Hibs or the Rangers,
We shall not be moved.

The Scottish Cup is ours,
We shall not be moved.

The Scottish Cup is ours,
We shall not be moved.

Not by the Hearts, the Hibs or the Rangers,
We shall not be moved.

We are the team in Scotland,
We shall not be moved.

We are the team in Scotland,
We shall not be moved.

Not by the Hearts, the Hibs or the Rangers,
We shall not be moved.

We shall not, we shall not be moved,
We shall not, we shall not be moved.

Not by the Hearts, the Hibs or the Rangers,
We shall not be moved.

The lisbon lions

On a hot day in May, twenty five years today,
We set off on our now famous trail,

We had barrels of stout when we first started out

And a rake of escudoes for bail.

At right back was Jim Craig, a notorious Taig,
He’d pull your teeth out without even trying,

Tommy Gemmill, of course, he could kick like a horse,

Scored the goal for the Lisbon Lions.

There was wee wispy Wallace, and his passing it was flawless,
From the Hearts he was glad he had came,

And wee Bertie Auld, Crafty Bert as he was called,

He soon stamped his name on the game.

Stevie Chalmers popped up, and the Celts won the Cup,
Through the air ’keeper Certey was flying,

But yer man from Milan did not quite capisce,

He’d been thrown to the Lisbon Lions.

Joseph McBride wore the colours with pride,
On the goal-charts the top he was flying,

’Cause his thirty odd goals took the Celts out of holes,

That’s why Joe is a Lisbon Lion.

The John Thomson song

A young lad named John Thomson,
From the west of Fife he came,

To play for Glasgow Celtic,

And to build himself a name.

On the fifth day of September,
Against the Rangers club he played,

From defeat he saved the Celtic,

Ah but what a price he paid.

The ball rolled from the centre,
Young John ran out and dived,

The ball rolled by ; young John lay still,

For his club this hero died.

I took a trip to Parkhead,
To the dear old Paradise,

And as the players came out,

Sure the tears fell from my eyes.

For a famous face was missing,
From the green and white brigade,

And they told me Johnny Thomson,

His last game he had played.

Farewell my darling Johnny,
Prince of players we must part,

No more we’ll stand and cheer you,

On the slopes of Celtic Park.

Now the fans they all are silent,
As they travel near and far,

No more they’ll cheer John Thomson,

Our bright and shining star.

So come all you Glasgow Celtic,
Stand up and play the game,

For between your posts there stands a ghost,

Johnny Thomson is his name.

Celtic are here

Celtic are here, Celtic are here,
We’re the greatest team on earth,

Celtic are here, Celtic are here,

We are here to prove our worth.

Playing the game that brought a cup fame,
And has made our history,

Giving the fans delight at Parkhead,

Or when we’re overseas.

We’re on the ball giving our all,
For we don’t know how to lose,

Johnstone with zest is better than Best,

He will chase away the blues.

Young David Hay is making the play,

How the ball scores then you’ll see,

Celtic are glorious one more time,

Another victory !

Wispy at nine the shooting is fine,
Hear the fans applaud once more,

For Celtic he’ll play home or away,

Scoring many many more.

Big Yogi Bear, McNeil in the air,
We will always have our goal,

Whether in rain or sun we will try,

To give the fans a show.

Celtic are here, Celtic are here,

We’re the greatest team on earth,

Celtic are here, Celtic are here,

We are here to prove our worth.

With Manager Stein the finest is he ,
How the Celtic game will reign,

Celtic we’re proud of you,

We’ll sing out loud for you.

This is the song we will sing !

The flags are out for the Celtic

The flags are gaily flying o’er Celtic Park today,
Because the lads of Celtic have shown the world the way,

They played the game in Lisbon and here is how they won,

They didn’t play defensive, attack is what they done.

The flags are out for Celtic, they know just what to do,
And Scottish hearts and Irish hearts are mighty proud of you.

In all the big world over the name of Celtic rung,
And in our heart of Glasgow our Celtic song was sung,

God bless you great eleven, this is your greatest day,

Next season Jock from Greenock we’re with you all the way.

The flags are out for Celtic, they know just what to do,
And Scottish hearts and Irish hearts are mighty proud of you.

You won so many cups this year, 4 or 5 or 6,
You should give one to Rangers, they’re really in a fix,

John Lawrence shook your hands lads as you came off the plane,

And everyone is proud of you, your football brought you fame.

The flags are out for Celtic, they know just what to do,
And Scottish hearts and Irish hearts are mighty proud of you.

Celtic, Celtic

Celtic, Celtic thats the team for me,
Celtic, Celtic on to victory,

They’re the finest team in Scotland, I’m sure you will agree,

We’ll never give up till we’ve won the cup and the Scottish football league.

They come from bonnie Scotland, they come from county Cork,
They come from dear old Donegal and even from New York,

From every street in Glasgow they proudly make their way,

To a place called dear old paradise and this is what they say.

Celtic, Celtic thats the team for me,

Celtic, Celtic on to victory,

They’re the finest team in Scotland, I’m sure you will agree,

We’ll never give up till we’ve won the cup and the Scottish football league.

There’s Fallon, Young and Gemmel who proudly wear the green,
There’s Clark, McNeill and Kennedy, the best there’s ever been,

Jim Johnstone, Murdoch, Chalmers, John Divers and John Hughes,

And sixty thousand Celtic fans who proudly shout the news.

Celtic, Celtic thats the team for me,

Celtic, Celtic on to victory,

They’re the finest team in Scotland, I’m sure you will agree,

We’ll never give up till we’ve won the cup and the Scottish football league.

Celtic doint’ it right

Celtic, Celtic beautiful team,
Whenever I dream, it’s white and it’s green,

That magic moment when you take to the field,

I can’t conceal the way that I feel.

Celtic, Celtic watching you play,
Home or away, I’ve got to say,

There’s nothing better than the wonderful sight,

Of Celtic doin’ it right.

There’s a special place in Glasgow,
It’s the home of the greatest football team,

It’s called Celtic Park, there’s a pine in my heart,

On the field of football they’re supreme.

You can go the length of bonnie Scotland,
You can search all along the river Fife,

You can look high and low but there’s one thing I know,

You just won’t find a better side.

Celtic, Celtic beautiful team,
Whenever I dream, it’s white and it’s green,

That magic moment when you take to the field,

I can’t conceal the way that I feel.

Celtic, Celtic watching you play,
Home or away, I’ve got to say,

There’s nothing better than the wonderful sight,

Of Celtic doin’ it right.

Jimmy Johnstone, Danny McGrain,
We’ll remember you,

Celtic One, Rangers Nil,

That my bhoys will do.

Celtic, Celtic beautiful team,
Whenever I dream, it’s white and it’s green,

That magic moment when you take to the field,

I can’t conceal the way that I feel.

Celtic, Celtic watching you play,
Home or away, I’ve got to say,

There’s nothing better than the wonderful sight,

Of Celtic doin’ it right.

Celtic, Celtic I promise you this,
Come wedded bliss I’ll never miss,

The chance to see again that wonderful sight,

Of Celtic doin’ it right.

Of Celtic doin’ it right.