John Lambie (Partick Thistle Fc)
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The scent of the white owl cigar
Pervades the Firhill dugout
Of a different time and place
No fire without smoke
¶ 2
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His name resolutely hewn
From the same immortal rock as
Shankly Busby Stein, football mavericks
And his words and deeds like theirs, mythological
¶ 3
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The Jags’ own
One John Lambie, aye, only one.
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