Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Return of the Huni!

Return of the Huni!

We’re clapping, dancing, whooping now, wae streamers in the air
For Wattie’s come to to save the day and vanquish woe and care
He’ll huv nae talk of 442, or even 433
Its UVF, and UDA, W and ATP.

It’s great tae be a bully boy, the future’s now sae bright
It’s great tae be a bully boy, we’ll teach the world what’s right
It’s great tae be a bully boy, we’ll put the Papes tae flight
Wae Ally, Wattie and wee Baz, the Rangers urnae shite!

The dark nights gone, our hopes restored we can march with pride again
The Union flag flies high and proud, it stares down on its reign
The Tims will rue the day they messed wae Murray’s Marching Men
This time we’ll no stop after nine we’ll keep right on tae ten.

It’s great tae be a bully boy, the future’s now sae bright
It’s great tae be a bully boy, we’ll teach the world what’s right
It’s great tae be a bully boy, we’ll put the Papes tae flight
Wae Ally, Wattie and wee Baz, the Rangers urnae shite!

Then silence came as the hand of Ghord, turned the light tae blind man’s pitch
And the best laid plans o’ the devils spawn hit a sudden ending hitch
For though they’d conjured up the beast tae help them reach their goals
He couldnae work without new blood, an’ they’d already sold their souls.

OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Ah wannae be a Fenian bhoy, tae wear the green and white
Ah wannae be a Fenian bhoy, an’ be brought intae the light
Ah wannae be a Fenian Bhoy, an’ dae what’s just and right
Wae Ally, Wattie and Wee Baz,…. the Rangers are still shite!

OHHHH The Rangers are shite, …..OHHHHH the Rangers are shite ……..

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

There was something in the air that day as I dressed myself in green,
My shoes were shined, my trousers pressed, my socks were almost clean.
It struck me as we walked in line, all scarves being worn with pride,
The men singing in unison and my father at my side.

Have you ever been to Celtic Park? It seems to float on air.
The crowds that gather, almost spark, fans you can’t compare.
Through mist and rain, the sun shines there, it beams for all to see,
No clouds to cover our fair ground, the game to set us free.

Duty and delight come easy, the players they know their place,
Oh, how they light our devoted hearts, when playing with such grace.
And as we score another, it seems to ignite the song,
A verse or two to keep us warm, we cannot help but sing along.

An old man now, I rarely go, but sit with my mind at night
I often think of the heroes made, and how that ball took flight.
My eyesight seems much worse now and I feared it would never be told,
Of how those boys would strike and win, our lives were lined with gold.

Have you ever been to Celtic Park? Let me say for once and all,
No person never welcome, no victory ever too small.
The stars light up especially, for those who see the way,
Darkness may consume the mind, but our hearts will always stay.

Estadio said...

Hi Rosie,

Is that yours? I haven't come across it before. My little ditty above was just a bit of fun and yours has a bit of class and atmosphere about it.

Some of my other stuff is similar in intention if not in quality.

I've just posted one called 'A whisper in Paradise'.

Hail Hail



Estadio

Anonymous said...

Yes i wrote it very quickly today actually, not one of my best but i rarely write about football, and i am not an old man, however, thought i would adopt the viewpoint of a fan who had been going for many years.

I like 'A Whisper in Paradise', a marvellous piece.