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John Thomson

Mark Thomas

Monday, November 15th, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He stood in Bowhill Cemetery
At poor John Thomson’s grave
He kneeled to collect a granite chip
And placed it in his pocket, to save

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 So long ago, that fateful day
The two now together again
Thoughts of John, a life cut short
His tears fell with the rain

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 It was Thirty-One at Ibrox Park
Then a wee lad cheering The Bhoys
His first time at an Old Firm game
A wonderland of colour and noise

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 His idol was The Prince o’ Men
Glasgow Celtic’s last line of defence
The finest ‘keeper in the country
For whom every Scot had reverence

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 A cross launched into the goalmouth
Rangers’ English, went for the ball
Thomson dived bravely at his feet
But never rose, to the horror of all

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Heads bowed and heavy hearts
As Thomson was carried from the fray
From The Victoria, the awful news
That he had been tragically taken away

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 So Sammy English lived a troubled life
Too many keen to apportion blame
Whilst the boy, his love for football gone
Could never attend another game

Notes

Honest and upright he played the game.
Beloved and respected he made his name.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/john-thomson/