From the field a face is missing
A face we’ll see no more
A credit to the football game
And the colours that he wore.
He wore the good old green and white
He brought us fame and glory
There’ll never be another like
The famous James McGrory.
Around the Slopes of Paradise
We miss that mighty cry
As through the air McGrory leaps
To crosses hanging high.
We see it, we can’t forget
As toward the goal it sped
In League or Cup, McGrory’s up
With his million-dollar head.
You’ve played your last; your day is past
And we lift our caps to you
The hero of five hundred games
This is our fond adieu.
Farewell, farewell, McGrory Bhoy
We cherish Celtic’s might
And the finest lad that ever wore
The Good old green and white.
(By C.D. I.L.E. – Perth, Western Australia. Circa 1937)