It had rained for days on end
The pitch
had had its fill
So much so
that the turf moved
But the
scrum stayed still
It had rained for days on end
The pitch
had had its fill
So much so
that the turf moved
But the
scrum stayed still
We have a great Scottish international
By the name
of Jim McKee
Well, when
I say he’s a Scottish
His parents
once went to Dundee
An Englishman walked into a pub
But something was definitely up
There were no Irish, Welsh or Scots
Because they were still in the cup
We have a great Scottish international
By the name of Jim
McKee
Well, when I say he’s Scottish
His parents once went
to Dundee
It had rained for days on end
The pitch had had its
fill
So much so that the
turf moved
But the scrum stayed
still
Good bye Tommy
Celtics
gentleman
Respected
by professionals
Respected
by the fans
Good
bye Tommy
Celtic
servant and friend
A
rock and pillar
Until
your early end
Good
bye Tommy
High
in our esteem
The
Celtic angels now
Have
a new man on the team
Tommy
Burns Died May 15th 2008
Brazil Brazil is the Celtic chant
From the clan
McCarlos and McCafu
Scotland’s allies in the yellow and blue
Must defeat the Englishmen for you
I feel more pity than I feel contempt
Though not enough to shed a tear
What a truly sad existence you endure
No talented team of Scots to cheer
How sad and bitter you poor Celts are
Lacking a worthy team home grown
You must bathe in the reflected glory
Of greater nations than your own
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