Saint Martin

We had Brendan in him we’d trust.
As Ange left to our disgust
Now Saint Martin’s called once more,
To lead the Bhoys through bigoted war.

Through turmoil’s storm we’ll stand as one,
For Celtics fight is never done.
From Seville’s light to Paradise roar,
Saint Martin’s here to guide us once more.

J. J. Whelan