JA SAM BILA NA KONCERTU ORTHODOX CELTSA. Naravno,bez dozvole matoraca,pa su oni digli citavu frku,iako sam im ja kao svako dobro i obzirno dete ostavila poruku na vratima "Otisla sam na koncert i ne znam kada cu se vratiti".Kada su me pronasli(ne pitajte me kako ,to ni ja nisam mogla da utvrdim) ubili su boga u meni.ali nije me bilo briga jer JA SAM BILA NA KONCERTU ORTHODOX CELTSA!!!!!!!!

When you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm,
There's a golden sky,
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Through your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on,walk on,with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone...

You put your right hand up
your right hand down
left shoulder, right shoulder
straight down to the ground
you do the Arthur Boruc and you bless yourself
and watch all the huns freak out
oh do the Arthur Boruc
Oh do the Arthur Boruc
oh do the Arthur Boruc
and watch all the huns freak out

Oh Hampden in the sun,
Celtic 7 Rangers 1,
That was the score when it came time up,
The Timalloys had won the cup.

I see Tully running down the line,
He slips the ball past Valentine,
It's nodded down by 'Teazy Weazy',
And Sammy Wilson makes it look so easy.


I see Mochan beating Shearer,
The League Cup is coming nearer,
He slams in an impossible shot,
The Rangers team has had their lot.


Over comes a very high ball,
Up goes McPhail above them all,
The ball and Billy's head have met,
A lovely sight the ball is in the net.


Young Sam Wilson has them rocked,
But unluckily his shot was blocked,
Then big Bill with a lovely lob,
Makes it look such an easy job.


Now here is Mochan on the ball,
He runs around poor Ian McColl
Wee George Niven takes a daring dive,
But Smiler Mochan makes it number five.


Down the middle runs Billy McPhail,
With John Valentine on his tail,
With a shot along the ground,
The cup's at Parkhead safe and sound.


Here comes Fernie, cool and slick,
He ambles up to take the kick,
He hits it hard and low past Niven,
The Tims are in their Seventh Heaven.

WHY I FOLLOW CELTIC

Sometimes I've been asked by one man or another,
Why do I follow Celtic, why do I take the bother,
But he must be a fool, who would ask me such a question,
So then how can I explain, try to tell him what he's missing,
And it's 1, 2, 3, Celtic for me,
Not a team in the world like the Celtic.

If a man has never seen Glasgow Celtic when they're playing,
He mustn't have a soul, mustn't know what he is saying,
And if he's never heard when the Celtic crowd is cheering,
Then there's nothing I can say but he must be hard of hearing,
And it's 1, 2, 3, Celtic for me,
Not a team in the world like the Celtic.

When Celtic are in Parkhead I am proud to be there with them,
Soon they play again but sadly I do miss them,
They're the team for me, their could never be another,
And then some fool wil ask, why do I take the bother,
And it's 1, 2, 3, Celtic for me,
Not a team in the world like the Celtic.

So if anyone should ask and you want to give a reason,
Tell him go and find himself a ticket for the season,
And when he's been to Parkhead and seen the Celtic playing,
Well it won't be very long until you will hear him saying,
Why do I take the bother,
And it's 1, 2, 3, Celtic for me.

Henrik Larsson

Give me joy in my heart, Henrik Larsson,
Give me joy in my heart I pray,
Give me joy in my heart, Henrik Larsson,
Give me Larsson till the end of day....
Henrik Larsson,
Henrik Larsson,
Henrik Larsson is the king of kings,

Henrik Larsson,
Henrik Larsson,
Henrik Larsson is the king of kings.

JOHN HARTSON

There\'s only one JOHNNY HARTSON
There\'s only one JOHNNY HARTSON
He\'s got nae hair,
BUT we don\'t care
Walking in a Hartson Wonderland...

Jimmy Johnstone-Wee Jinky beats the rest

They talk of men like Pele,
and the great Eusebio,
and even Stanley Matthews,
who played so long ago.
He's even aced the Belfast boy,
wee George was second best.
Not Johann Cruyff, not on your life
Wee jinky beats the rest.

I went down to Largs then, by the C L Y D E
Sure it was my intention to learn to water ski
I was up behind a speedboat but what was that I see
But Jinky in a rowing boat and he was passing me

Chorus

Overthere at Ibrox Park, against the Ger's he played,
John Greig and all his cronies, in bed they should have stayed
And then his 'Auld' pal Bertie got on his Knees and prayed
Saying 'Mother Mary you were right, in heavan wee Jinks was made'

Chorus

Away across in Lisbon, as the sun was beating down
Big Jock and all his Lions, they made Ferrera frown
Around the Milanese, wee Jink danced round and round,
until your man Faccheti was corkscrewed in the ground

Chorus

Against the mighty Yugoslavs, the pride of old Belgrade
Big Jock he praised wee Jinky, cos what a game he played
They couldnae get him on the plane, it was a fine to-do
Jink says 'I'll take my rowing boat if it's all the same to you'

Chorus

So come on raise your voices and everybody sing
of little Jimmy Johnstone, a wizard on the wing
He brought us Joy and magic, in the Celtics white and green
No doubt he was the finest theat the world has ever seen.

FIELDS OF ATHENRY

By lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling
Michael they are taking you away
For you stole Trevaillians corn
So your young might see the morn
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry

Chorus:
Lo lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry

By lonely prison wall I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters Mary when you're free
Against the famine and the crown
I rebelled, they cut me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity.

Chorus

By lonely harbour wall, she watched the last hour falling
As the prison-ship sailed out against the sky
But she'll live and hope and pray
For a prison ship lies waiting in the Bay
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry

Celtic, Celtic thats the team for me


Celtic, Celtic thats the team for me,
Celtic, Celtic on to victory,
They're the finest team in Scotland, I'm sure you will agree,
We'll never give up till we've won the cup and the scottish football league


They come from bonnie Scotland, they come from county Cork,
They come from dear old Donegal and even from New York,
From every street in Glasgow they proudly make their way,
To a place called dear old paradise and this is what they say.


Celtic, Celtic thats the team for me,
Celtic, Celtic on to victory,
They're the finest team in Scotland, I'm sure you will agree,
We'll never give up till we've won the cup and the scottish football league.


There's Fallon, Young and Gemmel who proudly wear the green,
There's Clark, McNeill and Kennedy the best there;s ever been,
Jim Johnstone, Murdoch, Chalmers, John Divers and John Hughes,
And sixty thousand Celtic fans who proudly shout the news.


Celtic, Celtic thats the team for me,
Celtic, Celtic on to victory,
They're the finest team in Scotland, I'm sure you will agree,
We'll never give up till we've won the cup and the scottish football league.

CELTIC ARE HERE

Celtic are here, Celtic are here,
We’re the greatest team on earth,
Celtic are here, Celtic are here,
We are here to prove our worth.

Playing the game that brought a cup fame,
And has made our history,
Giving the fans delight at Parkhead,
Or when we’re overseas.

We’re on the ball giving our all,
For we don’t know how to lose,
Johnstone with zest is better than Best,
He will chase away the blues.

Young David Hay is making the play,
How the ball scores then you’ll see,
Celtic are glorious one more time,
Another victory!

Wispy at nine the shooting is fine,
Hear the fans applaud once more,
For Celtic he’ll play home or away,
Scoring many many more.

Big Yogi Bear, McNeil in the air,
We will always have our goal,
Whether in rain or sun we will try,
To give the fans a show.

Celtic are here, Celtic are here,
We’re the greatest team on earth,
Celtic are here, Celtic are here,
We are here to prove our worth.

With Manager Stein the finest is he ,
How the Celtic game will reign,
Celtic we’re proud of you ,
We’ll sing out loud for you.

This is the song we will sing!

Jingle bells,
jingle bells,
jingle all the way
oh what fun it is to "beat" the Huns
on New Year's day, hey!

Pozdrav Aci,Gruji,Dzekcu,Ani,Dejanu,Dejanu i Vladi!Davor Zajecar

Foggy Dew

As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum nor battle drum did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey's swell rang out through the foggy dew



Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud-El-Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew


'Twas England bade our wild geese go, that "small nations might be free";
Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the great North Sea.
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha*
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew.


Oh the bravest fell, and the Requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the spring time of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few,
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew



As back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew.

Bog Down In The Valleyo


Chorus
O-ro the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o
O-ro the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o

And in that bog there was a tree, a rare tree, a rattlin' tree
With a tree in the bog and the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

On that tree there was a limb, a rare limb, a rattlin' limb
With the limb on the tree, with the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

On that limb there was a branch, a rare branch,
A rattlin' branch
With a branch on the limb, with the limb on the tree,
With the tree in the bog
With the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

On that branch there was a twig, a rare twig, a rattlin' twig
With the twig on the branch, with the branch on the limb,
With the limb on the tree, with the tree in the bog
With the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

On that twig there was a nest, a rare nest, a rattlin' nest
With the nest on the twig, with the twig on the branch,
With the branch on the limb, with the limb on the tree,
With the tree in the bog
With the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

On that nest there was a egg, a rare egg, a rattlin' egg
With an egg in the nest, with the nest on the twig,
With the twig on the branch, with the branch on the limb,
With the limb on the tree, with the tree in the bog
With the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

On that egg there was a bird, a rare bird, a rattlin' bird
With a bird in the egg, with an egg in the nest,
With the nest on the twig,
With the twig on the branch, with the branch on the limb,
With the limb on the tree, with the tree in the bog
With the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

On that bird there was a feather, a rare feather,
A rattlin' feather
With a feather on the bird, with the bird in the egg,
With an egg in the nest, with the nest on the twig,
With the twig on the branch, with the branch on the limb,
With the limb on the tree, with the tree in the bog
With the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

On that feather there was a flea, a rare flea,
A rattlin' flea
With a flea on the feather, with the feather on the bird,
With the bird in the egg, with an egg in the nest,
With the nest on the twig, with the twig on the branch,
With the branch on the limb, with the limb on the tree,
With the tree in the bog
With the bog down in the valley-o

Whiskey in the Jar

As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,

musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me,
but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy

I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water,
Then sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.

It was early in the morning, as I rose up for travel,
The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel.
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army,
If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny,
And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny

Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city,
where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

"Alive, alive, oh,
Alive, alive, oh",
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".

She was a fishmonger,
And sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
And they each wheeled their barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

(chorus)

She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

(chorus)

Galway Races

And as I rode out through Galway Town to seek for recreation
On the seventeenth of August, me mind being elevated
There were multitudes assembled with their tickets at the station
And me eyes began to dazzle and they're going to see the races

With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay

There were passengers from Limerick and passengers from Nenagh
Passengers from Dublin and sportsmen from Tipperary
There were passengers from Kerry and all quarters of the nation
And our member Mr Hardy for to join the Galway Blazers

With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay

There were multitudes from Aran and members from New Quay shore
The boys from Connemara and the Clare unmarried maidens
People from Cork City who were loyal, true and faithful
They brought home the Fenian prisoners from dying in foreign nations

With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay

And it's there you'll see confectioners with sugarsticks and dainties
The lozenges and oranges, the lemonade and raisins
Gingerbread and spices to accomodate the ladies
And a big crubeen for thruppence to be suckin' while you're able

With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay

And it's there you'll see the gamblers, the thimbles and the garters
And the sporting Wheel of Fortune with the four and twenty quarters
There was others without scruple pelting wattles at poor Maggy
And her daddy well contented to be gawking at his daughter

With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay

And it's there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competing
The nimble-footed dancers and they trippin' on the daisies
There was others shoutin' cigars and lights and bills for all the races
With the colours of the jockey and the price and horses' ages

With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay

And it's there you'll see the jockeys and they mounted on so stately
The pink, the blue, the orange and green, the emblem of our nation
When the bell was rung for starting all the horses seemed impatient
I thought they never stood on ground, their speed was so amazing

With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay

There was half a million people there of all denominations
The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew and Presbyterian
There was yet no animosity no matter what persuasion
But fáilte and hospitality inducing Mr Paisley

With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay
With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay

Fairytale Of New York

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
And I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars
Big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old

When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on the corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Living there almost dead on a drip
In that bed

You scum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God
It's our last

I could have been someone
So could anyone
You took my dreams
From me when I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you



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A Rainy Night in Soho

I've been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I've cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways
We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell

I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
But there's a light I hold before me
And you're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The gingerlady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you in my head
I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the fist time
I never think about the last

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams



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A PAIR OF BROWN EYES

One summer evening drunk to hell
I stood there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
"Where The Water Lilies Grow"
And on the jukebox Johnny sang
About a thing called love
And it's how are you kid and what's your name
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me

And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes

I looked at him he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While Ray and Philomena sang
Of my elusive dreams
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
What waited once for me
So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing

And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes

Fiddler's Green

As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the still waters and take the salt air,
I heard an old fisherman singing this song,
Won't you take me away boys, my time isn't long.
Chorus:
Wrap me up in my old oilskins and jumpers,
No more on the docks I'll be seen,
Just tell me old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates,
And I'll see you someday in Fiddler’s Green.
On Fiddler’s Green is a place I've heard tell
Where fishermen go if they don't go to hell,
Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play,
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away. (Chorus)
Where the sky's always clear and there's never a gale
Where the fish jump onboard with a swish of their tails,
Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do;
And the skipper's below making tea for the crew. (Chorus)
When you get back in dock and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too,
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free,
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree (Chorus)
Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea,
And I'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along,
With the wind in the rigging to sing me this song. (Chorus)
Just tell me old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates,
I'll see you some day in Fiddler’s Green.

Flower Of Sweet Strabane

f I were King of Ireland and all things at my will
I'd roam through all creations new fortunes to find still
And the fortune I would seek the most you all must understand
Is to win the heart of Martha, the flower of sweet Strabane

Her cheeks they are a rosy red, her hair golden brown
And o'er her lily white shoulders it carelessly falls down
She's one of the loveliest creatures of the whole creation planned
And my heart is captivated by the flower of sweet Strabane

If I had you lovely Martha away in Innisowen
Or in some lonesome valley in the wild woods of Tyrone
I would use my whole endeavour and I'd try to work my plan
For to gain my prize and to feast my eyes on the flower of sweet Strabane

Oh, I'll go o'er the Lagan down by the steam ships tall
I'm sailing for Amerikay across the briny foam
My boat is bound for Liverpool down by the Isle of Man
So I'll say farewell, God bless you, my flower of sweet Strabane

All For Me Grog


And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me plunder
I've seen centipedes and snakes and me head is full of aches
And I have to take a path for way out yonder

And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots
They're all sold for beer and tobacco
See the soles they were thin and the uppers were lettin' in
And the heels were lookin' out for better weather

And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where is me shirt, me noggin', noggin' shirt
It's all sold for beer and tobacco
You see the sleeves were all worn out and the collar been torn about
And the tail was lookin' out for better weather

And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where is me wife, me noggin', noggin' wife
She's all sold for beer and tobacco
You see her front it was worn out and her tail I kicked about
And I'm sure she's lookin' out for better weather

And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where is me bed, me noggin', noggin' bed
It's all sold for beer and tobacco
You see I sold it to the girls until the springs were all in twirls
And the sheets they're lookin' out for better weather

And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Ireland's Call


Come the day and come the hour
Come the power and the glory
We have come to answer
Our Country's call
From the four proud provinces of Ireland

Ireland, Ireland
Together standing tall
Shoulder to shoulder
We'll answer Ireland's call

From the mighty Glens of Antrim
From the rugged hills of Galway
From the walls of Limerick
And Dublin Bay
From the four proud provinces of Ireland

Ireland, Ireland
Together standing tall
Shoulder to shoulder
We'll answer Ireland's call

Hearts of steel
And heads unbowing
Vowing never to be broken
We will fight, until
We can fight no more
From the four proud provinces of Ireland

Ireland, Ireland
Together standing tall
Shoulder to shoulder
We'll answer Ireland's call

NANCY WHISKEY

I'm a weaver, a Calton weaver
I'm a rash and a roving blade
I've got silver in my pocket
And I follow the roving trade

Chorus:
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o

As I rode in through Glasgow city
Nancy Whiskey, I chanced to smell
I went in, sat down beside her
Seven long years, I loved her well

The more I kissed her, the more I loved her
The more I kissed her, the more she smiled
Soon I forgot my mother's teaching
Nancy soon had me beguiled

So I rose early in the morning
To slack my thirst, it was my need
I tried to rise, but I was not able
Nancy had me by the knees

So, I'm going back to the Calton weaving
I'll surely make them shuttles fly
For I made more at the Calton weaving
Than ever I did in a roving way

So, come all you weavers, you Calton weavers
Come all you weavers, where'er you be
Beware of whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
She'll ruin you like she ruined me

Erin Go Bragh

I'll tell you a story of a row in the town,
When the green flag went up and the Crown rag came down,
'Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever you saw,
And they played the best games played in Erin Go Bragh.

One of our comrades was down at Ring's end,
For the honor of Ireland to hold and defend,
He had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw,
Playing sweet Mauser music for Erin Go Bragh.

Now here's to Pat Pearse and our comrades who died
Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmada, McBryde,
And here's to James Connolly who gave one hurrah,
And placed the machine guns for Erin Go Bragh.

One brave English captain was ranting that day,
Saying, "Give me one hour and I'll blow you away,"
But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his craw,
And he died of lead poisoning in Erin Go Bragh.

Old Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay,
From the South Dublin Union poured death and dismay,
And what was their horror when the Englishmen saw
All the dead khaki soldiers in Erin Go Bragh.

Now here's to old Dublin, and here's her renown,
In the long generation her fame will go down,
And our children will tell how their forefathers saw,
The red blaze of freedom in Erin Go Braugh.

Beer, Beer, Beer

A long time ago, way back in history,
when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea.
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops,
and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.

He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.

The Curtis bar, the James' Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well
one thing you can be sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell
so all ye lads a lasses at eleven O'clock ye stop
for five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops 1 2 3 4 5

A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick,
the kind of lubrication to make your engine tick.
40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks.
Its only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax, 1 2 3 4 5

He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.

The Lord bless Charlie Mops!

Najbolji su.Trebalo bi da naprave neki veliki koncert.npr PIONIR ILI ARENA.100% bi napunili

THE FLAGS ARE OUT FOR CELTIC

The flags are gaily flying o'er Celtic Park today,
Because the lads of Celtic have shown the world the way,
They played the game in Lisbon and here is how they won,
They didn't play defensive, attack is what they done.

The flags are out for Celtic, they know just what to do,
And Scottish hearts and Irish hearts are mighty proud of you.

In all the big world over the name of Celtic rung,
And in our heart of Glasgow our Celtic song was sung,
God bless you great eleven, this is your greatest day,
Next season Jock from Greenock we're with you all the way.

The flags are out for Celtic, they know just what to do,
And Scottish hearts and Irish hearts are mighty proud of you.

You won so many cups this year, 4 or 5 or 6,
You should give one to Rangers, they're really in a fix,
John Lawrence shook your hands lads as you came off the plane,
And everyone is proud of you, your football brought you fame.

The flags are out for Celtic, they know just what to do,
And Scottish hearts and Irish hearts are mighty proud of you.

I tako prodje jos jedan St. Patrick,moze se reci najbolji do sada!!!Boze hvala ti sto si nam podario Orthodox Celts!Neka se veselimo uz njih jos 100 godina!Blagolovi sve Kelte i navijace Celtica u Srbiji!Amin!HAIL HAIL
P.S.Ej,hvala ti i za pivo!:)

The Willie Maley Song

Oh Willie Maley was his name,
He brought some great names to the game,

When he was the boss at Celtic Park.

He taught them how to play football,

He made the greatest of them all,

Gallacher and Quinn have left their mark.


And they gave us James McGrory and Paul McStay,

They gave us Johnstone, Tully, Murdoch, Auld and Hay,

And most of the football greats,

Have passed through Parkhead's gates,

All to play football the Glasgow Celtic way.


In '38 there was a show,

And Glasgow was the place to go,

A model of the Tower was football's prize.

England sent four of the best,

They didn't meet with much success,

Because the trophy ended up in Paradise.


And they gave us James McGrory and Paul McStay,

They gave us Johnstone, Tully, Murdoch, Auld and Hay,

And most of the football greats,

Have passed through Parkhead's gates,

All to play football the Glasgow Celtic way.


Well Coronation time was here,

Fifty three, that was the year,

Another four from England met their doom.

They said we'll have to try again,

But like before it was in vain,

Because the Cup is in the Parkhead trophy room.


And they gave us James McGrory and Paul McStay,

They gave us Johnstone, Tully, Murdoch, Auld and Hay,

And most of the football greats,

Have passed through Parkhead's gates,

All to play football the Glasgow Celtic way.


And then in 1957

We faced a guy called Georgie Niven

The game is etched on every Celtic fan,

Wilson, Mochan and McPhail.

And Willie Fernie scored as well,

As Celtic beat the Rangers 7-1.


And they gave us James McGrory and Paul McStay,

They gave us Johnstone, Tully, Murdoch, Auld and Hay,

And most of the football greats,

Have passed through Parkhead's gates,

All to play football the Glasgow Celtic way.


Well ten years, they had gone and so,

To Portugal we had to go,

To play the team that Italy adored.

Celtic went out to attack,

They won the Big Cup and they brought it back,

The first time it had been on British shores.


And they gave us James McGrory and Paul McStay,

They gave us Johnstone, Tully, Murdoch, Auld and Hay,

And most of the football greats,

Have passed through Parkhead's gates,

All to play football the Glasgow Celtic way.


Now it's a new millennium,

We have a brand new stadium,

And we're among the honours once again.

The Celtic fans do proudly sing,

Larsson is the king of kings,

And he joins the list of famous Celtic men.


And they gave us James McGrory and Paul McStay,

They gave us Johnstone, Tully, Murdoch, Auld and Hay,

And most of the football greats,

Have passed through Parkhead's gates,

All to play football the Glasgow Celtic way,

All to play football the Glasgow Celtic way.

Over and Over

Over and over
We will follow you
Over and over
We will see you through
We are Celtic supporters
Faithful through and through
And Over and Over, we will follow you.

If you go to Germany, you will see us there
France or Spain it's all the same
We'll go anywhere
We'll be there to cheer you
As you travel round
You can take us anywhere, we won't let you down.

Chorus

If you go to Lisbon, we'll go once again
In Zaire you'll find us there
Calling out your name
When you need supporting
You will always know
We'll be right there with you, everywhere you go.

Chorus

Eeeeej,dodjoh iz PG-a u Dom sindikata,17.mart`08.WOW!!!

najbolji su!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ova muzika opusta u svakom trenutku
prosto pozelis da si na njihovom mestu

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Trenutno najbolji srpski bend!!! Fantasticni su! Samo sto jedva nalazim njihove pesme...

Da li neko zna datum rodjenja Ace Celtica?

da li neko zna gde nabavlja seltikove stvari ?

Raised on celtic

I was raised on Celtic, their history and their pride
With my culture and my faith, I wear the green & white.

I have travelled the path where generations walked
And read of legends who played at Celtic park
I have tasted victory with this famous club
And drowned my sorrows in many an Irish pub

And I walk with pride down Parkhead’s way
And with my Fathers ghost I sit and watch the Celtic play
I am such a lucky man today to be brought up in this world the Celtic way

Now you’ve heard about the four leaf clover
The one that’s on the Celtic crest
Cause it means so much to a Celtic fan
every time you pull it over your head

The first leaf is for brother Walfrid
The guardian of Celtic men
He fed the poor of Irish stock in Glasgow’s old east end

The second leaf is for big Jock Stein
He took the Glasgow Celtic up
To face the mighty of Europe
And we won the European cup

The third leaf is for the Celtic fans
With the passion in our eyes
Cause we’ve grown up with all the memories underneath a Celtic sky


The forth leaf is for our children
And memories that we will pass on
With our music and stories we will carry on the Celtic bond

Then they can tell their children
All the things that they have learned
Cause just like us they’re the lucky ones to be brought up a Celtic fan

E el zna neko nesto vise o violinistkinji zena je carica........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!