The Mighty Jimmy Quinn
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On Coronation Row in the village of Croy
Lived the bold and brave Jimmy Quinn,
A son of Irish Diaspora immigrants
A Croy native and Celtic legend.
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When the mining pits were candle lit,
As the young would burrow for coal,
Their workweek ended with a Saturday half shift,
At Parkhead they would celebrate a Jimmy Quinn goal.
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The Celtic Brake clubs, they would travel
With their banners and rosettes,
And they would share a glass of ale and stout
When Jimmy’s shot found the back of the net.
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And poor, bare footed youngsters
Would stand outside the gates of Celtic Park,
To greet and shake the hand of a man
Who had Croy and Celtic in his heart.
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