The Pride of the Bhoys

Known they are as the Lisbon Lions But of the West of Scotland were they scions. Etched in history is their name Because of that 1967 game. Immortality upon them is endowed As they made their fans so proud. But as the years do move on So are we left with fewer sons. One such by the name of McBride Recently passed to the other side. A centreforward of great repute He could score with head or either foot. Such a joy was he to watch It made you so proud to be Scotch. Yet all his roots dated back to Eire Than which land none is fairer. As a boy he grew up in Govan Where the once proud Rangers' writ did run However,because of their sectarian divide He could not be signed by his local side. He plied his trade skilfully and well As every team he played for can proudly tell He showed goalscoring was his great art And his teamwork played a major part When he finally joined them in the East End He was destined to become a true legend His goals set him in a world apart And he played for Celtic with all his heart. Although he played not in the European final His contribution till Christmas that season was vital With goals galore and impressive teamwork He was a model player who would never shirk. And so the crowning glory of his team Without his contribution would not have been As a man who never lost the common touch He remains in our memories loved so much.