Gather all and listen
To a story that is going round,
Of how Our Lord and St .Patrick
Walked into Glasgow town.
They first stopped at the Croy Tavern
For a glass or two of ale,
As they strolled into old Glasgow
Crossing o’er the Campsie hills.
They sang all day and sang all night
Travelling on their way,
Visiting the blessed Garngad
Before heading up to the Gallowgate.
Our Lord, he stopped at Millburn Street
To see were James McGrory was born.
As both he and St. Patrick prayed to the memory
Of Garngad’s Irish son
They made their way to High street
And on down to Glasgow cross,
Passing were the ‘Smashing of the Van’
In 1921 had occurred.
They heard hymns of the Glasgow Celtic
Emanating from the Tolbooth bar,
Were Our Lord and St. Patrick
Entered the lounge, for a couple of jars.
They both blessed every Glaswegian
Who was wearing the green and white,
While passing the Barra’s that stood empty
On a rainy Wednesday night.
While travelling up to Parkhead
Sharing a bottle of Buckfast wine,
They would be sure to tell Artur Boruc,
That blessing yourself is not a crime
Once inside Paradise,
They took their seats in the Jock Stein Stand,
And sitting behind them were the martyrs;
James Connolly, Che & Bobby Sands.
Rebel songs they loudly sang,
Songs that Parkhead no longer hears,
As Our Lord, he whispered to St. Patrick,
I wish wee Johnny Doyle was here.
Daniel McDonagh 2008