[Verse]
A young lad named John Thomson,
From the Westly Fife he came,
To play for Glasgow Celtic,
And to build himself a name.

On the fifth day of September,
Against the Rangers club he played,
From defeat he saved the Celtic,
Ah, but what a price he paid.

The ball came out from centre,
And John ran out and dived,
The ball ran by but John lay still,
For his club this hero died.

[Chorus]
Farewell my darling Johnny,
Prince of players we must part,
No more we'll stand and cheer you,
On the slopes of Celtic Park.

[Verse]
I took a trip to Parkhead,
That dear old Paradise,
And when the players came out,
Sure the tears fell from my eyes.

For a famous face was missing,
From the Green and White Brigade,
And they told me Johnny Thomson,
His last game he had played.

[Chorus]
Farewell my darling Johnny,
Prince of players we must part,
No more we'll stand and cheer you,
On the slopes of Celtic Park.

[Verse]
The fans they are all are silent,
As they travel near and far,
No more they'll cheer John Thomson,
That bright and shining star.

So come on Glasgow Celtic,
Come out and play the game,
For in your goal a spirit stands,
Johnny Thomson is his name.

[Chorus]
Farewell my darling Johnny,
Prince of players we must part,
No more we'll stand and cheer you,
On the slopes of Celtic Park.

[Chorus]
Farewell my darling Johnny,
Prince of players we must part,
No more we'll stand and cheer you,
On the slopes of Celtic Park.