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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 footbal,l
He made the greatest of them all,
Gallagher and Quinn have left their mark.

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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.

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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.

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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.

Chorus

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.

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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.

Over and Over

O-ver and O-ver, we will follow you,
O-ver and O-ver, we will see you through,
We are Celtic supporters, faithful through and through,
and over and over, we will follow you.

If you go to Germany, you will see us there,
France or Spain its all the same,
We'll go any where,
We'll be there to cheer you,
as you travel round,
you can take us anywhere, we won't let you down.

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If you go to Lisbon, we'll go once again,
In Zaire you'll find us there calling out your name,
when you need supporting, you will always know,
we'll be right there with you, every where you go.

Boys of the Old Brigade

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Where are the lads that stood with me
When histoy was made
Oh gran mo cree I long to see
The boys of the old brigade

Oh father why are you so sad
On this bright easter morn
When Irishmen are proud and glad
Of the land where they were born
Oh son I see sad memories
Of far off distant days
When being just a boy like you
I joined the old brigade

Chorus

In the hills and farms the call to arms
Was heard by one and all
And from the glens came brave young men
To answer Irelands call
Twas long ago we faced the foe
The old brigade and me
By my side they fought and died
That Ireland might be free

And now my boy I've told you why
On easter morn I sigh
For I recall my comrades all
From the dark old days gone by
I think of men who fought in glens
With rifles and grenade
May heaven keep the men who sleep
From the ranks of the old brigade

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!

Four Leaf Clover

With a four leaf clover on my breast,
And the green and white upon my chest,
It's such a joy for us to see,
For they play football the Celtic way.

Celtic Symphony

Have you seen a handsome hun?

Can you hear the Rangers sing?

Oh the Rangers are Shite!