thought for the day

[spireblue 229]

by gazzabear h.t.b.r.s.c.

We were here before you and we welcomed you from afar,

There's nothing you can do to stem the tide.

So Celtic when you get to feeling bigger than you are,

Remember who we are and remember how we died.

We come from every country and from every walk of life,

We sing in praise of Rangers in times of doubt and strife.

We maintain our love of duty, of truth and honour blest.

And thats the reason, Celtic, why you're always second best.

We died in Flanders poppies red, who will forget that scene,

We were murdered foul in South Armagh fighting for our Queen.

We also died in peaceful times as we have oft times seen

As we follow followed Rangers on the steps of stair 13.

Men like big Jock Wallace, Willie Thornton, Waddell too,

Men like Shearer and slim Jim, proud to wear the blue.

They're always our reminder, as we parry every blow,

That we're living in a world of truth that you will never know.

We've had our share of tears and joy, we've had our share of pain,

As we wept our tears for those gone on who we'll never see again.

But as our ranks are thinned by death, this we will maintain,

They'll be honoured on the football field, for we'll still play the game.

Are you listening, Glasgow Celtic, as you chant your songs of shame,

How you're the only innocents, the others are to blame.

How singing IRA songs is just a song in jest

Of childrens lives and soldiers wives, thats why you're second best.

So think on these things, Celtic, on every word and letter.

Do your lying tongues and poison minds make you feel much better.

We're the Glasgow Rangers, still meeting every test.

You're the Glasgow Celtic, and you're still second best.

[Ozblue 4,332]

by gazzabear h.t.b.r.s.c.

We were here before you and we welcomed you from afar,

There's nothing you can do to stem the tide.

So Celtic when you get to feeling bigger than you are,

Remember who we are and remember how we died.

We come from every country and from every walk of life,

We sing in praise of Rangers in times of doubt and strife.

We maintain our love of duty, of truth and honour blest.

And thats the reason, Celtic, why you're always second best.

We died in Flanders poppies red, who will forget that scene,

We were murdered foul in South Armagh fighting for our Queen.

We also died in peaceful times as we have oft times seen

As we follow followed Rangers on the steps of stair 13.

Men like big Jock Wallace, Willie Thornton, Waddell too,

Men like Shearer and slim Jim, proud to wear the blue.

They're always our reminder, as we parry every blow,

That we're living in a world of truth that you will never know.

We've had our share of tears and joy, we've had our share of pain,

As we wept our tears for those gone on who we'll never see again.

But as our ranks are thinned by death, this we will maintain,

They'll be honoured on the football field, for we'll still play the game.

Are you listening, Glasgow Celtic, as you chant your songs of shame,

How you're the only innocents, the others are to blame.

How singing IRA songs is just a song in jest

Of childrens lives and soldiers wives, thats why you're second best.

So think on these things, Celtic, on every word and letter.

Do your lying tongues and poison minds make you feel much better.

We're the Glasgow Rangers, still meeting every test.

You're the Glasgow Celtic, and you're still second best.

As a poet myself of some note! I'm giving you the Yeaaa for the day for that poem mate!

You did very well...A rep coming your way!

[supermac 115]

I really really like that

[markybear 136]

Nice read

Anyone notice how the ira lovers never got any mention in the press for singing 'you can shove yer royal wedding up yer arse'

Apparently this is acceptable chanting

[Dado 334]

Awesome stuff.

[dmartin809 4]

nice