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Glen Gray’s Song & Poems
The Narrer Knockers song was published in the club mag 13th April 1978, and written by Glen “Gladdis” Gray.
Voluntary Labour
The shop, the kitchen, the toilets they say,
Due to the labourers are well on their way.
The chill-room is there, though naked of beers;
To the boys working there it must surely bring tears.
This poem was written to point out to you,
Grateful thanks are due to those boys that were few.
The voluntary labour of all of this crowd
Should make this club thankful, successful and proud.
Building Fever
Our clubrooms – what a might feat!
Slogging away in the summer heat.
Glen (Gladdis) Gray George on the ladder, Charles digging drains,
Staff mixing concrete getting ready for the cranes.
The top floor is coming on Tuesday (they say) -
When the moon shines on the
Rushing to get it ready for the day.
clubhouse
Jimmy is getting the beer for the men,
And the match is o’er and won, A break which is needed for them (now and then).
You will find us, altogether, Accident-prone Glen has again cut a finger –
Boozing up and having fun.
Up for a dressing, a beer, and a linger!
Any excuse is better than none!
Chorus:
That’s no way to get the building done!
We are the champion drinkers,
cause we do like our beer
We are the Narrer Knockers
Youth
Full of fun and good cheer.
So listen and hear, When I was just a little boy My mother said to me,
There is no need to fear! “A soccer player, my wee lad, You’re surely going to be!”
After many games and fewer scores, Biased ref’s and stupid laws,
Our supporters all come with us I’ve reached the stage, I’ve had my day –
To our matches far and near. The Coach has stood me down, they say.
You can hear them on the sideline, My Mother, she was wrong again!
“If you lose you’ll get no beer!” To me the ‘fame’ just never came.
How could she lie and let me down?
So, in with the young and out with the old.
Chorus…
The young of the club are surely the gold.
If we lose a game this season, To them opportunity and fame in their hand,
You’ll not find us sad and glum, They can make our club the best in the land.
’cause our Coach gives us the message,
“Wait ’till training night, you bum!”
Cup Time
Chorus… Oh, to be in Argentina to see my country play!
And join Ally’s tartan army would just make my day.
When you see us on the paddock, To cheer the lads in the final would give me the greatest joy
Don’t we make a lovely sight? With numerous whiskies and ginger ale I’d feel just like a boy!
For we look like jolly green giants And if we didn’t make the grade I’d come home with a grin
And play like dy-no-mite. To Jimmy’s “Narra Knocker”, And say “I’d never bin”!
Chorus…
Charles Gorman in the
Now you’ve seen us, and you’ve heard original Affco Rangers strip
us, with the original clubhouse
So you know just who we are. in the background.
When you come to our new clubrooms, The vehicle parked at the
You’ll be welcome at the bar. side of the building
belonged to Barney
Chorus… Barnard, who did semi-
regular match reports on
our games for Radio 1ZH.
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