Once you asked and some stood up, responding to your call

And a corner of this massive ground stood proud and very tall

You asked for them and what you got was magical at times

Magicians, who are merely fans belting out their rhymes,

Celtic had so many options but that final choice was made:

It was close down Section 111 and move The Green Brigade.

By doing this you’ve split the fans when it’s unity we need

It’s time to stand united and for Celtic to take heed

Of what we think as Celtic fans and where they’ll put these Ghirls and Bhoys

Oh! How silent Paradise will be, no atmosphere, no noise.

Who will lead our choir off, Come On You Bhoys In Green

The loudest chorus worldwide, the best ever heard or seen

The proudest and most passionate, to millions this was Heaven

Now it’s just a gaping hole, that’s Section One Eleven.

The flags, the banners, Tif os, call them what you will

Some abused, some made us laugh but all gave us a thrill

And what of European nights when the twelfth man helped win games

You praised them final whistles but now you name and shame.

The Green Brigade breathed life into a ground that lost its breath

But kick them out and this atmosphere, will surely die a death

Ban the flares, ban the thugs, make them see some sense

But don’t deprive the Bhoys and Ghirls by sitting on the fence

A compromise is needed, in fact it’s paramount

Fans turn up to hear them so take this into account

No one’s bigger than the Club and I’m not saying they are

Without them it was so quiet here and with them come so far

Listen to your fans out there, they’ve petitions going round

It’s guidance that these young fans need, not displaced in the ground

If you think they’re too big for their boots then cut them down to size

But let sense prevail and settle this for the sake of Paradise.

 

The Holy Poet.

 

 

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