Our Harry Secombe
Oh Harry, Harry;
you are a friend over for tea;
a chuckle in the sunshine;
a huge song to melt the winter.
You seem surprised that
your talented life is ours.
Come here,
hug your arms around me,
and giggle.
I was born where you were born;
I was christened in your church;
I went to the same school as you;
but I was a lot younger than you.
Although I never met you, we are pals
under God’s long sky.
You make me laugh;
you make me cry;
you make me try
to be a Secombe.
Come on:
give me another hug;
give me your whinnying laugh and
blow them a mighty raspberry.
Hello Eccles;
Hello Eccles;
ahhh Neddy Seagoon
you done and deaded me again.
God bless you Harry,
tidy like mun.
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