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I like this song, and the end bit brought a lump to my throat.

Thinking about 'upstairs' Minstral ?- I found that song kind of depressing but slightly compellling video - I aint ready for that depth of retrospective yet thoughblush.gif !

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Thinking about 'upstairs' Minstral ?- I found that song kind of depressing but slightly compellling video - I aint ready for that depth of retrospective yet thoughblush.gif !

You could be right, as you get older you start to think about going up by and not seeing the gers anymore.

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Some lyrics.

Rangers Angels

A blinding flash and I felt my head crash

As the car slid on ice and spun out of control

A crowd round my bed and some shook their head

I awoke in a strange place that I didn’t know

I lay at some gates then a pair of old mates

John McClyment and Toby came out through the dusk

They looked at the doorman and said let this one in

It’s ok Pete, he’s one of us.

From Paisley Road West down to Saltcoats

There must have been thousands of friends that I knew

Then a loud voice piped up from the crowd there

'Hey big man were waiting for you’

It was Wee Agnes Fox from the East End

By gum she looked younger and fitter than me

She said I am sure you’d a long trip

Come on and I’ll put on the tea.

A crowd of old friends gathered round me

Gus, Billy and Myra all from Rutherglen

Young Barlow from Gartcosh and Gadger

With Winkie, three good men we’d lost in their prime

We laughed and we talked about old times

Of Duke Street and all the long bus trips away

The party was lasting forever

There was no night, just, only day.

You’re still Copland Front as Bert gave me my book

It’s our old pals the Jam Tarts we’re going to play

If you want a wee bet then go see the Coop

He is not playing, he’s injured today

Next week we’re away to the darkside

I’ve done a wee deal, here’s your ticket to go

It’s a long trip for us Jimmy Clark has a bus

As they play in that Hell down below.

The bus it pulled up for the football

From the queue I was taken and ushered away

They’ve messed all the clocks up said Toby

I’m sorry you can’t get on this bus today

But please take my scarf and my bonnet

And don’t worry as we’ll get a wee goal or two

Someone’s changed the time of the game here

And the kick off’s too early for you.

As I sit on my porch an old man now

My Grand kids they are all grown up you see

I still have my scarf and my bonnet

That my friend from upstairs gave to me

In a few weeks I’ll be up there with them

My sickness will go and I’ll fill up with joy

So now I’ll repeat as a short song

A poem that I learned as a boy.

For manys a year I have followed

With manys a hearty, laugh and a cheer

Often, I have rejoiced all night

Sometimes I’ve shed a few tears

But as I draw more older

My faith becomes more loyal and true

To my dear old Glasgow Rangers

Struth’s boys in Royal Blue.

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Some lyrics.

Rangers Angels

A blinding flash and I felt my head crash

As the car slid on ice and spun out of control

A crowd round my bed and some shook their head

I awoke in a strange place that I didn’t know

I lay at some gates then a pair of old mates

John McClyment and Toby came out through the dusk

They looked at the doorman and said let this one in

It’s ok Pete, he’s one of us.

From Paisley Road West down to Saltcoats

There must have been thousands of friends that I knew

Then a loud voice piped up from the crowd there

'Hey big man were waiting for you’

It was Wee Agnes Fox from the East End

By gum she looked younger and fitter than me

She said I am sure you’d a long trip

Come on and I’ll put on the tea.

A crowd of old friends gathered round me

Gus, Billy and Myra all from Rutherglen

Young Barlow from Gartcosh and Gadger

With Winkie, three good men we’d lost in their prime

We laughed and we talked about old times

Of Duke Street and all the long bus trips away

The party was lasting forever

There was no night, just, only day.

You’re still Copland Front as Bert gave me my book

It’s our old pals the Jam Tarts we’re going to play

If you want a wee bet then go see the Coop

He is not playing, he’s injured today

Next week we’re away to the darkside

I’ve done a wee deal, here’s your ticket to go

It’s a long trip for us Jimmy Clark has a bus

As they play in that Hell down below.

The bus it pulled up for the football

From the queue I was taken and ushered away

They’ve messed all the clocks up said Toby

I’m sorry you can’t get on this bus today

But please take my scarf and my bonnet

And don’t worry as we’ll get a wee goal or two

Someone’s changed the time of the game here

And the kick off’s too early for you.

As I sit on my porch an old man now

My Grand kids they are all grown up you see

I still have my scarf and my bonnet

That my friend from upstairs gave to me

In a few weeks I’ll be up there with them

My sickness will go and I’ll fill up with joy

So now I’ll repeat as a short song

A poem that I learned as a boy.

For manys a year I have followed

With manys a hearty, laugh and a cheer

Often, I have rejoiced all night

Sometimes I’ve shed a few tears

But as I draw more older

My faith becomes more loyal and true

To my dear old Glasgow Rangers

Struth’s boys in Royal Blue.

The words at the end say it all for me.

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It was written by a Northern Ireland guy who has been travelling over for about 35 years. All the people mentioned are friends that he knew from a very early age. It was written for a circle of those friends I can understand that some would not like this type of song. It would not be everyones cup of tea. I dont think that was the original intention

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