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A young lad named John Thompson, From the Wellsley Fife he came To play for Glasgow Celtic, And to make himself a name On the 5th. day of September, Against the Rangers club he played And from the feet he saved the Celtic, Ah but what a price he paid The ball comes down the centre, But John runs out and dives The ball rolls by, but John lies still, For his club this hero died I took a trip to Parkhead, To the dear old paradise And as the players came out, Sure the tears fell from my eyes For a famous face was missing, From the green and white brigade And they told me Johnny Thompson, His last game he had played Farewell my darling Johnny, prince of players we must part No more we'll stand cheer you, On the slopes of Celtic Park The fans they all are silent, As they travel near and far No more they'll cheer John Thompson, That bright and shining star So play up Glasgow Celtic, Stand up and play the game For in your goal a spirit stands, Johnny Thompson is his name Farewell my darling Johnny, prince of players we must part No more we'll stand cheer you, On the slopes of Celtic Park No more we'll stand cheer you, On the slopes of Celtic Park
Written by Micky McLaughlin aka "Mick of Garngad". |