and if you need a translation - here are the words
Fitba Crazy
by James Curran (19th C)
rewritten by Jimmie Macgregor
O ye a’ ken my wee brither, his name is Jock McGraw
He’s lately jined a fitba club , for he’s mad aboot fitba
He’s had two black eyes already an teeth lost frae his gub
Since Jock became a member o that terrible fitba club
O he’s fitba crazy, he’s fitba mad
An the fitba it has robbed him o the wee bit sense he had
An it wid tak a dozen skivvies, his claes tae wash an scrub
Since Jock became a member o that terrible fitba club
The first time he played fitba, I wis there masel an saw.
They had jaikets for the goal posts an a tin can for the ba
An the Provost o Glesga, he wis there, wi lords an ladies grand,
Oor Jock he took an orange box an made a big grandstand
In the middle o the park at Hampden, the captain says “McGraw!
“Wid ye kindly tak this penalty kick or we’ll never win at a’”
He took fifty paces backwards – shot off frae the mark –
An the ba went sailin ower the bar and landed in New York
His wife says she will leave him if he disnae keep
Frae playin fitba every night in bed when he’s asleep
O he ca’s her Charlie Tully ( put in topical football heroes) an ither names sae droll
Last night he kicked her oot the bed an shouted “It’s a goal!”
