Our Proud Heritage
My name is McDonagh, at seven years old
I took to the wearing of the green, white & gold,
i follow the Celtic, the team of my choice,
like my father before me, I follow the Bhoys.
A Drink With Shane Macgowan
I found myself in Bairds Bar
with a Guinness in my hand
I love the taste of the Irish stout,
as did my old man
Finnian Of Clonard
All the birds of Ireland had gathered
On a homestead in County Wicklow
To celebrate the birth of a Saint,
Of the Holy life he would lead.
The Royston Road
To the Royston Road, we made our way,
To kick our heels and rejoice,
Were children of all ages wore the green,
And voices sang songs of the Bhoys.
Irish Heart & Celtic Soul
My great-granddad came from Sligo
And in Glasgow, he found his dream,
Side by side with his fellow compatriots,
He embraced the Bhoys in green.
The Laird Of Glasghu
The Laird of Glasghu possessed no heart,
His soul was as black as the devils eyes,
He condemned the fate of the angel Neir
For her Christian teachings, he considered papist lies.