Songs Of Celtic F.C.

Grand Old Team - 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,


We don't care what the animals say,

What the hell do we care,

For its all we know,

Is that there going to be a show,

And the Glasgow Celtic will be there.


The Fields of Athenry - A New Favourite


By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling

"Michael they are taking you away

For you stole Trevaillians corn

So the young might see the morn

It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry"


Low lie the Fields of Athenry

Where once we watched the small free birds fly

Our love was on the wing

We had dreams and songs to sing

It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry


By lonely prison wall I heard a young man calling

"Nothing matters Mary when you're free

'Gainst the famine and the crown

I rebelled, they cut me down

Now you must raise our child with dignity."


By lonely harbour wall, she watched the last star falling

As the prison-ship sailed out against the sky

But she'll live and hope and pray

For her love in Botany Bay

It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry


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'll won't let you down




If you go to Lisbon, we'll go once again,

In Zaire ye'll find us there calling out your name,

when you need supportin', you will always know,

we'll be right there with you, every where you go.




The Soldiers Song - The National Anthem


The Soldiers Song was written by Peadar Kearney


We'll sing a song, a soldiers song, with cheering rousing chorus,

As round our blazing fire we throng, the starry heavens o'er us;

Impatient for the coming fight, as we await the morning light,

Here in the silence of the night, we'll chant a soldiers song


Soldiers are we, whose lives are pledged to Ireland

Some have come from a land beyond the wave,

Sworn to be free, no more our ancient sireland

Shall shelter the despot or the slave.

Tonight we'll man the Bearna Baoghail,

In Erins cause come woe or weal,

'Mid cannons roar and rifle's peal,

We'll chant a soldiers's song.


In valley green on towering crag, our fathers fought before us

And conquered 'neath the same old flag thats proudly floating o'er us;

We're children of a fighting race

That never yet has known disgrace

And as we march the foe to face

We'll chant a soldier's song.


Sons of the Gael,men of the Pale, the long watched day is breaking

The serried ranks of Innisfail shall set the tyrant quaking;

Our campfires now are burning low,

See in the east the silvery glow,

Out yonder waits the Saxon foe,

Then chant a soldier's song.



The Soldiers Song - Amhran Na bhFiann>


The Soldiers Song was written by Peadar Kearney


Seo dhibh a chairde duan oglaigh, Caithreimeach, brioghmhar, ceolmhar,

Ar dteinte cnamh go buacach taid, 'S an speir go min realtogach;

Is fionmhar faobhrach sinn chum gleo, 'S go tiunmhar gle roimh tigheacht do'n lo,

Fa ciunas chaoimh na h-oidhche ar seol, Seo leibh, canaidh Amhran na bhFiann.




Sinne Fianna Fail, ara fa gheall ag Eirinn,

Buidhean dar sluagh iar ruinn do rainig chughainn:

Famhoid bheirh saor, sean-tir ar sinnsear feasta,

Ni fagfar fa'n tioran na fa'n trail;

A nocht a theigeamh sa Bhearna Baoghail,

Le gean ar Gaedhil chum bais no saoghal,

Le gunna sgreac: fa lamhach na pilear.

Seo Libh, canaidh Amhran na bhFiann.




Commemorating the death of the great John Thomson who died whilst playing

in goal during an Old Firm match on the fifth of September 1931.


A young lad named John Thomson,

From the west of Fife he came,

To play for Glasgow Celtic,

And to make himself a name.

On the fifth day of September,

'gainst 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.


These are the traditional words of the "Johnny Thomson Song"


I took a tramcar up to Parkhead, to the dear old Paradise,

Where Celts made their appearance and the tears fell from my eyes.

A familiar face was missing from the green and white brigade

And they told me Johnny Thomson was lying in his grave.


Goodbye Johnny Thomson, for the best of friends must part,

No more we'll stand and cheer you on the slopes of Celtic Park.

The old green flag looks lonely but proudly it still flies,

You were its friend right to the end, Johnny Thomson goodbye.


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The History Of The Huns - Extreme Caution Required

The History Of Celtic Park 1888 - 1999

The John Thompson Story

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