THE HOLY POET
M.D. - Mair Drink. - Poem by THE HOLY POET
(In memory of Jackie Morrison who died 10th November 2011) .
I lived my fears and cried my tears but now I wear a smile
For the Ayrshire bhoy, my Scottish friend, is with me all the while
A colourful life with words to suit, aye, Jackie was a case
And the world is now a duller place without his smiling face
Always there to greet me with a handshake, hug and kiss,
I’ll clear my throat now, dry my eyes and toast the one I miss.
Let the Buds and Magners play our tune, all lined up in a row
I’ll miss him say “you’ve had enough” or “one more for the road”
Or have a drink, you’re not going yet, stop kidding on yer pissed
MD, Mair Drink, he’d say to me, aye he’ll be sorely missed.
The pubs in town, the Gallowgate, they just don’t seem the same
For everyone who met him, remembered Jackie’s name:
So proud of being Scottish, he was Celtic through and through
And anyone saying otherwise would get his point of view.
When Larsson put his name down for the Celtic's Legends match
The fans flocked in their thousands for he's the man to watch
And the shirt he wore, still sweaty with stains from Parkhead's grass
Was handed to our Jackie, now that's a touch of class.
We haven’t lost a game since the big man passed away
And I’m sure he’s up in Heaven looking down on Celtic play
Singing Over and Over, his favourite Celtic song
And willing all the rest of us, to join and sing along.
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