A wee run before kick off…
May the best team win.
Well that was a helicopter, just rattling my windows
Poor Henrik, his cage was like a musical instrument
Rattling with the same intensity of my windows
Its cup final day stadium is only a mile down the road
Celtic the Glasgow team, and Kilmarnock from Ayrshire
My team is well Celtic from a distance mind you see
It’s not a healthy thing here in Glasgow to Be or not to Be
Let’s just call it that I grew up with a very mixed up family
Now my Father it wasn’t his fault it was just the way these
Things panned out you see Immigration is nothing new here in Glasgow
My own great great Grandfather was from Ireland in the early b1800’s
His Fathers records were burned, and I am at a dead end for now
My Mother on the other had, a wee Scottish Flower…
Her line now here I am a passionate Scot who knew he was a Scot
Just how much phew!
I just recently traced my mothers line 1900’s her Generation and beyond Glasgow
[1800 Glasgow Rutherglen Cambuslang ]
[1700's Rutherglen Cambuslang]
[1600's North west coast Scotland ]
I’ll let you know later were the 1400’s hide…
Anyways when I was a wee bit Babbie on ma Mamie’s knee
I heard the tales Scotland…
My Da his heed was pickled and maybes that is why I am sitting here writing this
Instead of shouting for a team hmm…
So anyway back on track today is cup final day here’s hoping it’s a good day
For both set of fans a good game with lots of good entertaining football
No trouble remember boys its Mother’s day too!!
Ave fun cheers.
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