John Thomson Poem by THE HOLY POET

Farewell The Prince of Goalies

So tragic, such a loss

At 22, you lie there

'Neath the old stone Celtic cross.

I never got to see you

But stories, I've been told

Of the bhoy who was a legend

When you kept the Celtic goal.

Thousands walked to mourn you

But millions saw you play

And even now we speak of

The Prince who showed the way

For future Celtic 'keepers

Who stand between those posts

But a friend stands there beside them,

Young John Thomson's ghost.

I stand here by your graveside

But no tears come to my eyes

For I know that you're still living

'Tween the posts in Paradise.

Farewell, farewell young Johnny

Your story will be told

How the bhoy from Cardenden became

The Prince in Celtic's goal.