Oh, Paddy, dear, and did you hear the news that's going round,
A team they call the Celtic is the best that can be found,
For the way they play, the people say, they should get champion belts,
But I'll give my own opinion of the bould, bould Celts.

Ah, the first one that I noticed, as they ran out on the field,
He looked just like a hero who would rather die than yield,
Well, they call him Captain Kelly, sure immediately I felt,
Admiration rising for this bould, bould Celt.

Another strapping fellow, I heard them shout his name,
Friends and enemies praise him and his gentlemanly game,
To see him head the leather, sure the collared hearts they melt,
For General McLaren is a good bould Celt.

There's McCallum, he's another, though his name does not denote
That he's of the emerald colour, still, I'll give my word and vote,
Since I seen him from the touchline give the foot ball such a welt,
I have come to the conclusion he's a bould, bould Celt.

They've put one in the rear rank who should be out in the van
A sturdy little fellow, but he's every inch a man,
I've seen him take it easy when an awful kick he's dealt,
McKeown he is known as a bould, bould Celt.

There's handsome Tommy Maley, sure he races like a hare,
Though he has to kick the ball as well, you'll maybe think is quare,
I have seen men try to catch him but the ball they never smelt,
For he knows the way to dodge does this bould, bould Celt.

There's one that's wanting watching and they call him Willy Groves,
He wonderful to look out at the field when he roves,
He bares no comprehension, admiration I have felt,
He's a dasher, he's a smasher, he's a bould bould Celt.

There's Coleman, Willy Maley, and there's Dunbar, all the same
And Dunning in the gap hole always plays a winning game;
Last not least I won't forget, though long enough I've dwelt,
Faugh a ballagh for O'Gallacher, a bould, bould Celt,
Faugh a ballagh for O'Gallacher, a bould, bould Celt.