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Poems - The Jungle
St Peter's, St Paul's, the Taj Mahal,
Have all won great renown.
But to Celtic fans the greatest of all
Was the Jungle they've just pulled down.
It wasn't a noble edifice
It was ugly and cast from tin
Yet thousands of fans spent happy hours,
The proof was the songs within.
From an Orpheus choir couldn't compete,
When the Bhoys decided to sing,
And the joyous shouts that greeted a goal,
Made all the rafters ring.
What touchline artistes have raced its length,
Delaney, Collins and Weir,
Or Tully, or Murphy, or McAtee,
The memory brings many a tear.
Now like those stars it, too, has gone,
Leaving nought but an empty space,
But soon, like a Phoenix, there will emerge,
A building of beauty and grace.
And over the years the fans will revere
The new one just like the old,
And the stirring tales of sweet success,
Will again and again be told.
(By Francis W.T. Cooper of Glasgow, printed originally in the Celtic View on June 8th 1966 following the renovation of the Jungle terracing.)
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