Celtic Pride

I’m addicted, to holding pain and passion deep inside
I’m affricted, by the feeling in me that will no be denied
Out in the crowded street to the strangers that I meet
The Irish in me will not be denied
It’s hard for me to hide my celtic pride
Pain and passion when my moment in the limelight never came
The it hit me, I’ll live it, breath it, watching every game
And the few things that I know, I know them to be so
I’m more than just along now for the ride
And I never want to hide my celtic pride
Hey, here we go, for all we know shamrocks riding high
We’re wearing green and can be seen all over the country side
We’re holding court, for the love of the sport, and will not be denied
I came to fight like an Irish knight, and we’re all for the celtic pride
From Boston to Charteston rode. Revere before his ride
He beat the bloody British was the birth of celtic pride
From Boston to Charteston rode. Revere before his ride
He beat the bloody British was the birth of celtic pride