Big Jack. By/Tony Gorman
The Lord will gladly welcome you
To train his angelic team
He sent a messenger to bring you up
On a radiant transit beam
For he watched you in your early days
And admired you on the pitch
And then you turned to management
Which you handled without a hitch
You’re a legend across the Irish Sea
As you brought them to new heights
To qualify for the World Cup
Was well within your sights
And you did it with your tactical ways
That only Jack Charlton knew
You raised each player’s confidence
To play their best for you
You were made a Son of Eire
And a freeman on Erin’s Isle
To raise them from the doldrums
And bring back their Irish smile
And now you’re up there with the Lord
Now doubts your team will bond
And leave you time to cast your line
Out on Gods golden pond
