Alan G. Brydon, 'Sing For The Boys (Jimmy's Song)'
Sing For The Boys (Jimmy's Song)
Down at the drill hall the boys all wait to sign
Each one determined to join the Western line
They swear their allegiance to country and to King,
Proud as the football songs they sing
Boy sees his hero, says "Hey, that's Jimmy Speirs,
He should be playing football, he's no need to be here,"
But Jimmy smiles politely, "It's my duty, nothing more;
Boys, we've a bigger goal to score."
Sing for the boys, sing for them all,
All sent to fight till the last soldier falls,
Sing for the boys who go up the road
Destined to lie where the red poppies grow
Boys land in Flanders, their journey's just begun,
Jimmy swapped his football for a bayonet and a gun,
Songs the crowds were singing still ringing in his ear,
As he fought as a loyal Volunteer,
When the army marches homeward singing songs along their way,
Jimmy won't be with them; where he fell is where he'll stay,
The Great War is over, it's no ninety-minute game:
Four years, three months and thirteen days.
Sing for the boys, sing for them all,
All sent to fight till the last soldier falls,
Sing for the boys who go up the road
Destined to lie where the red poppies grow
By Alan G. Brydon
Alan Brydon's specially commissioned song for the enhancement of the Scottish Memorial in Flanders on the 100th Anniversary of Passchendaele 2017. The song is dedicated to footballer Jimmy Speirs who played for Maryhill, Clyde, Glasgow Rangers, Bradford City, Leeds and Scotland. He famously scored the goal that won the F A Cup for Bradford in 1911. He later volunteered for service in WW1 and fell at Passchendaele.
Jimmy and his friends will be commemorated during "The Long Road to Passchendaele" Scottish Centenary weekend at Zonnebeke, Flanders, Belgium, on 19 and 20 August 2017.
https://youtu.be/BDthFz_U7Zc
Down at the drill hall the boys all wait to sign
Each one determined to join the Western line
They swear their allegiance to country and to King,
Proud as the football songs they sing
Boy sees his hero, says "Hey, that's Jimmy Speirs,
He should be playing football, he's no need to be here,"
But Jimmy smiles politely, "It's my duty, nothing more;
Boys, we've a bigger goal to score."
Sing for the boys, sing for them all,
All sent to fight till the last soldier falls,
Sing for the boys who go up the road
Destined to lie where the red poppies grow
Boys land in Flanders, their journey's just begun,
Jimmy swapped his football for a bayonet and a gun,
Songs the crowds were singing still ringing in his ear,
As he fought as a loyal Volunteer,
When the army marches homeward singing songs along their way,
Jimmy won't be with them; where he fell is where he'll stay,
The Great War is over, it's no ninety-minute game:
Four years, three months and thirteen days.
Sing for the boys, sing for them all,
All sent to fight till the last soldier falls,
Sing for the boys who go up the road
Destined to lie where the red poppies grow
By Alan G. Brydon
Alan Brydon's specially commissioned song for the enhancement of the Scottish Memorial in Flanders on the 100th Anniversary of Passchendaele 2017. The song is dedicated to footballer Jimmy Speirs who played for Maryhill, Clyde, Glasgow Rangers, Bradford City, Leeds and Scotland. He famously scored the goal that won the F A Cup for Bradford in 1911. He later volunteered for service in WW1 and fell at Passchendaele.
Jimmy and his friends will be commemorated during "The Long Road to Passchendaele" Scottish Centenary weekend at Zonnebeke, Flanders, Belgium, on 19 and 20 August 2017.
https://youtu.be/BDthFz_U7Zc
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