GOAL AGAIN by Atomic Larsson
Goal Again : Atomic Larsson (stolen as Whole Again by Atomic
Kitten)
If you see me jumping from my seat
Letting out a cry and rising to my feet
I see you run on by
Hands raised to the sky
Cause Larsson's scored a goal again
And if I see you beat another man
Laughing and joking, make him look like a fanny dan
No one can bring you down
Henrik, you're the toast of our town
Cause Larsson's scored a goal again
Looking back on when we first met
Can't escape and I cannot forget
Henrik you're the one
You're second to none
We're gonna win the league again
Tims hold you deep within their hearts
We all pray that you and we, shall never, ever part
Henrik you make us smile, You are, our Golden Child
We're gonna win the league again
For now we all have to wait
But Henrik if you keep scoring, at this rate
It wont be too long
Till we sing our Fly the Flag song
You'll help us win the league again
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:
Lo 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 a prison ship lies waiting in the Bay
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry
Chorus
OVER AND OVER
Oh! over and over, we will follow you,
Over and over, we will see you through,
We're 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.
Oh! over and over, we will follow you,
Over and over, we will see you through,
We're Celtic supporters, faithful through and through,
And over and over, we will follow you.
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.
Oh! over and over, we will follow you,
Over and over, we will see you through,
We're Celtic supporters, faithful through and through,
And over and over, we will follow you.
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,
Nine-in-a-row
We don't care what the animals say,
What the hell do we care,
For we only know,
That there's gonna be a show,
And the Glasgow Celtic will be there.
Sure it's the best darn team in Scotland
and the players they are Grand,
"We support the Celtic"
'cos they are the finest in the land.
We'll be there to give the bhoys a cheer
When the League Flag flies,
And the cheers go up 'cos we know the Scottish Cup
is coming home to rest at Paradise.
JAMES CONNOLLY
A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham,
With their heads uncovered they knelt on the ground.
From inside that grim prison lay a brave Irish soldier,
His life for his country about to lay down.
He went to his death like a true son of Ireland,
The firing party he bravely did face,
Then the order rang out: "Present Arms, Fire!"
James Connolly fell into a ready-made grave.
The black flag they hoisted the cruel deed was over,
Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well.
There was many a sad heart in Dublin that morning,
When they murdered James Connolly, the Irish Rebel!.
God's curse on you, England, you cruel-hearted monster
Your deeds they would shame all the devils in hell.
There are no flowers blooming but the shamrock is growing
On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel!.
Many years have rolled by since that Irish rebellion,
When the guns of Britannia they loudly did speak.
The bold I.R.A. they stood shoulder to shoulder,
And the blood from their bodies flowed down Sackville Street.
The Four Courts of Dublin the English bombarded,
The spirit of Freedom they tried hard to quell.
For above all the din rose the cry 'No Surrender,'
''Twas the voice of James Connelly, the Irish Rebel.
The Soldier's Song
We'll sing a song, a soldier's song,
With cheering rousing chorus,
As round our blazing fires we throng,
The starry heavens o'er us;
Impatient for the coming fight,
And as we wait the morning's light,
Here in the silence of the night,
We'll chant a soldier's song.
Chorus:
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 sire land
Shall shelter the despot or the slave.
Tonight we man the gap of danger
In Erin's cause, come woe or weal
'Mid cannons' roar and rifles peal,
We'll chant a soldier's song.
In valley green, on towering crag,
Our fathers fought before us,
And conquered 'neath the same old flag
That's 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.
Chorus
Sons of the Gael! Men of the Pale!
The long watched day is breaking;
The serried ranks of Inisfail
Shall set the Tyrant quaking.
Our camp fires now are burning low;
See in the east a silv'ry glow,
Out yonder waits the Saxon foe,
So chant a soldier's song.
Chorus
Sean South of Garryowen
(O'Malley)
Twas on a dreary New Year's Eve as the shades of night came down,
A lorry load of volunteers approached a border town,
There were men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and Tyrone
But the leader was a Limerick man, Sean South from Garryowen.
And as they moved along the street up to the barracks door,
they scorned the dangers they would meet, the fate that lay in store,
They were fighting for old Ireland's cause to claim their very own,
And the foremost of that gallant band was South of Garryowen.
But the sergeant foiled their daring plan,
he spied them through the door,
Then the sten guns and the rifles, a hail of death did pour,
And when that awful night was past, two men lay cold as stone,
One was from near the border town and one from Garryowen.
No more he will hear the seagulls cry or the murmuring Shannon tide,
For he fell beneath a northern sky, brave O'Hanlon by his side.
He has gone to join that gallant band of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone,
Another martyr for old Ireland, Sean South of Garryowen