Best Poem of Daniel McDonagh

Down The Gallowgate
I took a stroll one Saturday along to Argyle Street,
To Glasgow Cross, were the Gallowgate & the Trongate meet,
Under the railway bridge and McKinnon’s pub, I would often pass,
Heading up towards to the Barras, towards the Celtic bars.

My first stop of the journey was the famous Saracen Head
Were rebel s . . .
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Father Was A Celtic Man
Glasgow’s little Ireland lay in the Garngad
Where every boy followed the Celtic, along with his dad.
From those broken down streets, against a tenement wall,
A window pane is smashed, from a beautifully struck goal.

A pint of Guinness is drank at the Wee Glenn bar,
As father lights up a smoke and adjusts his C . . .
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