Green Glory Martin

(hey, hey, hey)

Down at Celtic Park the green banners fly high We remember the

days under the Glasgow sky

Martin came from the north with fire in his chest To lead

the green and white and show we were the best

He built a fortress of brick and of stone And made the

grand old team feel right at home

Oh, Martin O'Neill, the king of the green!

The greatest manager Glasgow's ever seen!

From Seville to the league,

we stood by your side With Celtic in our hearts and a

mountain of pride! (hooray!)

He conquered the giants,

he stood on the line With Larsson and Sutton,

the magic was fine Three trophies in hand in that glorious spring

Oh, how the East End would dance and would sing

Oh, Martin O'Neill, the king of the green!

The greatest manager Glasgow's ever seen!

From Seville to the league,

we stood by your side With Celtic in our hearts and a

mountain of pride! (hey!)

Martin, O'Neill, the champion of our hearts!

(celtic! celtic!)