The Forming Of Glasgow Celtic Fc. Poem by THE HOLY POET

They came over in their thousands
starving and deprived
Destitute and penniless,
these Irish were denied
They had no rights as humans
and treated worse than dogs
As Glasgow would not tolerate
these Irish from the bogs.

Disease was rife and food was scarce
each night a bloody scene
With running battles in the streets
'til one man intervened.
The thought of all this carnage
brought tears to this man's eyes
And from these bloodied east end streets
Rose up Paradise.

His vision, build a football club
a new game to this land
His plan, to stop the battles,
unite these warring bands
And to feed the sick and needy,
the infirm, the disabled
By putting one square meal a day
upon a friendly table.

St Mary's church awaited
Just off the Gallowgate
And our club was formally founded
in 1888.
This united Scots and Irish
and the crowds would come along
And the profits made from every game
fed the hungry and forlorn.

He appeased the mobs, through Gaelic,
by stating Celtic was its name
And the Marist Brother Walfrid
watched every single game.
Food upon the table,
one square meal a day
And that charity still exists
that's The Glasgow Celtic way.