HAMPDEN IN THE SUN
Oh Hampden
in the sun,
Celtic 7
Rangers 1,
That was the
score when
it came time
up,
The
Timalloys
had won the
cup.
I see Tully running down the line, He slips the ball past Valentine,
It's nodded
down by 'Teazy
Weazy',
And Sammy
Wilson makes
it look so
easy.
I see Mochan beating Shearer, The League Cup is coming nearer,
He slams in
an
impossible
shot,
The Rangers
team has had
their lot.
Over comes a
very high
ball,
Up goes
McPhail
above them
all,
The ball and
Billy's head
have met,
A lovely
sight the
ball is in
the net.
Young Sam
Wilson has
them rocked,
But
unluckily
his shot was
blocked,
Then big
Bill with a
lovely lob,
Makes it
look such an
easy job.
Now here is
Mochan on
the ball,
He runs
around poor
Ian McColl
Wee George
Niven takes
a daring
dive,
But Smiler
Mochan makes
it number
five.
Down the
middle runs
Billy
McPhail,
With John
Valentine on
his tail,
With a shot
along the
ground,
The cup's at
Parkhead
safe and
sound.
Here comes
Fernie, cool
and slick,
He ambles up
to take the
kick,
He hits it
hard and low
past Niven,
The Tims are
in their
Seventh
Heaven.
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