| 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 |