Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Albert Kidd 
T'was a Saturday in May 1986 the day that the nightmare began We were odds on to win the League and Celtic were 6/1 Auld Reekie was buzzing and the tickets were scarce as champions elect we would be We had a few drinks, and sang a few songs, then headed off to play Dundee. 
Twelve o'clock noon and the buses arrived in a fleet of a thousand or more We promised our friends we would bring back the League, not knowing what lay in store As our bus made its way up Gorgie Rd, our new song we sang it with pride One o'clock came and the last bus pulled out, t'was the day our lovely team died. 
The scarves and banners they cracked in the wind as tear up the A85 We felt so excited we just had to win, it felt good just being alive Our buses we left in Tannadice St, as we all crammed into the ground Three o'clock came and the whistle was blown, Dens Park was a great wall of sound. 
The Jam Tarts attacked and we hit the post a young lad beside us he faints Half time came soon and the score line was blank, but Celtic put four past the Saints Oh surely to God we'll keep Dundee out and brother just think if we did We'd be the champions for the first time in years, but then up stepped Albert Kidd 
Kidd scored again and so did the Celts, and we held our heads in despair No one believed that we'd lost the League, with just seven minutes to spare Some of our players fled in dismay, and looked for a good place to hide We stood around, helpless confused, the day our lovely team died 
A visit to Dens is so eerie today, our can sorrow can know no relief The nightmare you caused is still with us today from Tynecastle right down to Leith The souvenirs gathered we all left behind, our programs and tickets are gone The air speaks deafening silence, but the name Albert Kidd lingers on