Harry Bingo

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My tribute to lifelong Partick Thistle supporter, Harry Calderhead, sung to the tune of Kris Kristofferson’s Johnny Lobo

Pilkington Power Station

 

Born in the coal dust of a power station
Along the canal from the land of thrills
Harry Calderhead dreamed of open spaces
Whilst breathing in the toxic smells
Leaving school at the age of fourteen
Taking barrels from the breweries to the pub
Supporting nine younger siblings with his toil
and supporting Partick Thistle with his soul

Oh…… Harry Bingo
Oh…… Harry Bingo

Never dreaming of football glory
Was the price he paid for his loyalty
Too young to witness Johnny Blair
But he’d see them lift the cup at the age of 53
Bone, Lawrie, McQuade and Rae
All scoring under Davie McP
Many years of misery put to bed by the ‘no chancers’
Sometimes it’s good to be a Harry Wrag

Oh…… Harry Bingo
Oh…… Harry Bingo

In a darkened corner of a bingo hall
Mr Winalot’s memories remain
Can you hear the banging of his pipe upon the table
and Harry crying ‘House’ out one last time?
There’s an empty seat at Firhill Stadium
Where Harry Bingo used to watch the best
At the age of ninety-eight, his life was taken
His red and yellow scarf now laid to rest
Harry Bingo’s heart’s stopped beating
the old man that helped to Save the Jags

Oh…… Harry Bingo
Oh…… Harry Bingo

 

Harry Bingo

 

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