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Raise a glass, light a flare now for bandy-legged Jim –
Will we ever see someone as loyal as him?
Cajoling the youngsters though business looked grim,
A true Shelbourne hero was bandy-legged Jim.
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May we never forget the almighty guffaw
When he rounded Bohs’ keeper to make it 6-4.
Others grabbed headlines, nobody gave more,
A real Shelbourne legend’s just walked out the door.
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His tackling was fiersome and made grown men quake.
To mix it with Jim was a dreadful mistake!
And sometimes the ref wouldn’t give him a break.
What a difference a pumped-up Jim Crawford would make!
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‘Twould be fair to admit he was injury prone.
It’s the way, when your tackling is close to the bone.
His limping off sadly would make grown men moan,
The saddest recurring sight Tolka has known.
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So thanks for the mem’ries, dear bandy-legged Jim
In the hearts of the Redsmen, you’ll never grow dim.
Quick-witted of mind and bow-leggéd of limb,
Raise a glass, light a flare now for Gentleman Jim.