Glasgow’s little Ireland lay in the Garngad <br />Where every boy followed the Celtic, along with his dad. <br />From those broken down streets, against a tenement wall, <br />A window pane is smashed, from a beautifully struck goal. <br /> <br />A pint of Guinness is drank at the Wee Glenn bar, <br />As father lights up a smoke and adjusts his Celtic scarf. <br />The Grangad Shamrock sing their grandfather’s hymns, <br />Of Ireland’s long struggle and the Black
