Our Lord & St.Patrick Poem by Daniel McDonagh

Gather all and listen to a story that is going round
Of how Our Lord & St.Patrick walked into Glasgow town
They first stopped at the Croy Tavern for a glass or two of ale
As they strolled into old Glasgow crossing o'er the Campsie hills.

They sang all day and sang all night travelling on their way
Visiting the blessed Garngad before heading up to the Gallowgate
Our Lord, he stopped at Millburn Street to see were James McGrory was born
As both he and St.Patrick prayed to the memory of Garngad's Irish son

They made their way to High street and on down to Glasgow cross
Passing were the 'Smashing of the Van' in 1921 had occurred
They heard hymns of Glasgow Celtic emanating from the Tolbooth bar
Were Our Lord & St. Patrick entered the lounge for a couple of jars.

They both blessed every Glaswegian who was wearing green and white
While passing the Barra's that stood empty on a rainy Wednesday night
While travelling up to Parkhead sharing a bottle of Buckfast wine
They would be sure to tell Artur Boruc, that blessing yourself is not a crime

Once inside Paradise, they took their seats in the Jock Stein Stand
And sitting behind them were the martyrs; James Connolly, Che & Bobby Sands
Rebel songs they loudly sang, songs that Parkhead no longer hears
As Our Lord, he whispered to St. Patrick, I wish wee Johnny Doyle was here.