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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 its all we know,
Is that there going to be a show,
And the Glasgow Celtic will be there.
it was far across the sea
when the devil got a hold of me
he wouldn't set me free so he kept me soul
for ransom
na na na na na etc
i'm a sailor man from glasgow town i've
roamed the world around and round
he's the meanest thing that i have found in
all me days of wandering
na na na na na etc
here we go again we're on the road again
we're on the road again we're on the way to
paradise
we love the jungle deep. that's where the
lion sleeps
for then those evil eyes they have no place
in paradise
graffiti on the wall just as the sun was
going down
i see graffiti on the wall - of the celts!
of the celts!
graffiti on the wall it says we're magic
we're magic
graffiti on the
wall.............................
it says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the
ra
it says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the
ra
it says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the
ra
it says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the
ra
we went thru each jungle deep for the
paradise that we did seek
twas no trip for the weak we're waltzing
with the natives
na na na na na etc
around in circles everyway he turned to me
and he did say
i think you're leading me astray i want your
soul me boyo
na na na na na etc
here we go again we're on the road again
we're on the road again we're on the way to
paradise we love the
jungle deep. that's where the lion sleeps
for then those evil eyes they have no place
in paradise
graffiti on the walls just as the sun was
going down
i see graffiti on the walls - of the celts!
of the celts! graffiti on
the walls says we're magic we're magic
graffiti on the
wall.............................
it says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the
ra
it says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the
ra
it says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the
ra
it says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the
ra
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.
I was born on a Dublin
street where the Royal drums did beat
And the loving English feet they walked all
over us
And each and every night when me da' would
come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this
chorus
Come out you black and tans, come out and
fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in
Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell
away
From the green and lovely lanes of
Killashandra
Come let me hear you tell how you slammed
the great Parnell
When you fought them well and truly
persecuted
Where are the smears and jeers that you
bravely let us hear
When our heros of sixteen were executed
Come tell us how you slew those brave arabs
two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and
arrows
How you bravely slew each one with your
sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to
their marrow
The day is coming fast and the time is here
at last
When each yoeman will be cast aside before
us
And if there be a need sure my kids will
sing God speed
With a verse of two of Steven Beehan's
chorus
It was early, early all
in the spring, the birds did whistle and
sweetly sing
Changing their notes from tree to tree,
and the song they sang was old Ireland
free
It was early, early all in the night, the
yoeman cavalry gave me a fright
The yoeman cavalry were my downfall, and
taken was I by Lord Cornwall
As I was walking up Wexford Hill, oh, who
would blame me to cry my fill?
I looked behind and I looked before, but
my aged mother I shall see no more
As I was walking up Wexford Street, my own
first cousin I chanced to meet
My own first cousin did me betray, and for
one bare guinea sold my life away
As I was mounted on the platform high, my
aged father was standing by
My aged father did me deny, and the name
he gave me was the croppy boy
It was in Dungannon this young man died,
and in Dungannon his body lies
So all good people who do pass by, just
drop a tear for the croppy boy
Crossmaglen
Reavy
I'll sing a song of the bravest men
That famous fightin unit from Armagh
They are the men from Crossmaglen
Among the bravest Ireland’s ever saw
Chorus
In Crossmaglen the fire burns true
The patriotic flame will never die
And when you hear the battle cry
It will be the fightin men from Crossmaglen
At night you hear bazookas roar
Armalites are heard across the land
The IRA their spirits soar
They know the reckonin has come to hand
Chorus
Those British scum they do fear
They'll never again see their native shore
Because they know they’ll pay dear
The boys will even Ireland’s bloody score
Chorus
We’ll not give up until we’re free
Until Ireland’s out of British hands
We’ll never rest until we see
Britannia’s rule driven from our lands
Chorus
In Ireland's fight for
freedom, boys,
The North has played her part,
And though her day has yet to come,
We never yet must part,
We'll keep the fight until the end,
We know we cannot fail.
And there's the reason why today,
They keep our lads in Crumlin Jail,
So join the fight, you volunteers,
It cannot be denied.
That jail won't break their spirits down
They'd just as soon have died.
For England knows and England hates,
Our fearless Northern name.
And that's another reason why,
They keep our lads in Crumlin Jail.
We give to Ireland Owen Roe,
We give them Shane O'Neill,
And Tone and Mitchell made a vow,
That England still would yield,
McKelvey did not die in vain,
He was a Northern Gael.
McCracken came from Belfast town,
McCorry from the Bann,
And brave Harry Munro at Ballynahinch,
But, for his native land,
Tom Williams died on scaffold high,
His name shall never fail.
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