From a green, beautiful troubled land,
Arrived on the shores, an Irishman,
A hitched ride to the cobbled streets of Glasgow
Were a job could fill a lonely soul.
A labourer in the shipbuilders by the Clyde
With religious bigotry by his side,
A sanctuary was found within Celtic Park
As he stood with men from Donegal and Cork.
He travelled Scotland far and wide
With the brake clubs to watch the green & white,
Only once did he return o’er the Irish Ocean
As we buried him by his Belfast home.
March 1989
Daniel McDonagh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-irishman/
