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Bobo Song

YOU PUT YOUR LEFT FOOT IN
YOUR LEFT FOOT OUT
YOU STAMP ON A HUN
AND YOU KNOCK THE FUCKER OUT
YOU DO THE BOBO BALDE
AND YOU CHEER AND SHOUT
THAT'S WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT
HEY!
OH BOBO BOBO BALDE
OH BOBO BOBO BALDE
OH BOBO BOBO BALDE
KNEE THEM, PUNCH THEM, KNOCK THEM OUT
!


Hail Hail! (For it's a Grand Old Team)

Hail! Hail! The Celts are here!
Oh what the hell do we care?
What the hell do we care?
Hail! Hail! The Celts are here!
Oh what the hell do we care now?

For it's a grand old team to play for,
For it's a grand old team to say.
And if, you know, the history,
It's enough to make your heart go,

Oh oh oh. We don't care if we win lose or draw,
What the hell do we care?
For we only know that there's gonna be a show
And the Glasgow Celtic will be there!

  The Fields of Athenry

By lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling
Michael they are taking you away
For you stole Trevaillians corn
So your young might see the morn
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry

Chorus:
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
Against the famine and the crown
I rebelled, they cut me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity.

Chorus

By lonely harbour wall, she watched the last hour 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

You Are My Larsson

You are my Larsson,

My Henrik Larsson,

You make me Happy,

When skies are Grey,

We went for Shearer,

But he's a Wanker,

So please don't take my Larsson away !

You'll Never Walk Alone

When you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark,
At the end of a storm, there's a golden sky,
And the sweet silver song of a lark.

Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone

Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone...


Over and Over

Chorus:
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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus



Hamped in the Sun

Oh Hampden in the sun,
Celtic 7 Rangers 1,
That was the score when it came time up,
The Timalloys had won the cup.

I see Tully running down the line,
He slips the ball past Valentine,
It's nodded down by 'Teazy Weazy',
And Sammy Wilson makes it look so easy.

I see Mochan beating Shearer,
The League Cup is coming nearer,
He slams in an impossible shot,
The Rangers team has had their lot.

Over comes a very high ball,
Up goes McPhail above them all,
The ball and Billy's head have met,
A lovely sight the ball is in the net.

Young Sam Wilson has them rocked,
But unluckily his shot was blocked,
Then big Bill with a lovely lob,
Makes it look such an easy job.

Now here is Mochan on the ball,
He runs around poor Ian McColl
Wee George Niven takes a daring dive,
But Smiler Mochan makes it number five.

Down the middle runs Billy McPhail,
With John Valentine on his tail,
With a shot along the ground,
The cup's at Parkhead safe and sound.

Here comes Fernie, cool and slick,
He ambles up to take the kick,
He hits it hard and low past Niven,
The Tims are in their Seventh Heaven

 
   
 

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