As Alf Scott prepares to leave Moree, the local treasure has shared a personal poem from Ron O’Mullane. It is the first time the poem has been made open to the public, and highlights the great achievements Alf has made in the community. Needless to say, the proud tone of a poem is a sentiment all of Moree shares for our beloved Alf.
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The legend of Alf Scott (2010)
If you are ever up in Moree,
And that’s a town you’ll like a lot,
You must seek out Moree’s legend,
By the name of Alf Scott.
He has the humour of a Scotsman,
And a knowledge of all sport,
Ask him a simple question,
And you’ll get a long report.
With encyclopaedic memory,
He can recall the date and name
Of those who won the Spicer Cup,
That gave Alf Hardman fame.
When it comes to Danny Shearer,
Alf will detail tries Dan’s scored,
Spin a yarn on any topic,
And back a cause without reward.
While Ray Warren mangles English,
Alf leave old Rab for dead,
Turning, twisting, sprouting phrases
Till you’re muddled in the head.
Tipping winners is his forte,
But horse racing is his pleasure,
with Inky Ferguson on race days,
They’ll tip you winners in full measure.
Should you ever have a problem,
That has left you feeling glum,
There’s no need to feel downhearted,
Seek out Alf and get the drum.
With the courage of conviction,
Alf will enter in debate,
And plead a case for logic,
With facts and figures to relate.
At the Greyhound Racing Track,
Where Sam Sabine has reigned supreme,
He’s been steward, judge or starter,
In a dedicated team.
To many charities in Moree
Alf has lent his full support,
Selling tickets in a raffle—
Raising funds when help is sough.
He was a fixture at Assef’s,
Fitting trousers, shirts and suits,
Akubra hats and neckties,
Or classic R.M. Williams boots.
His epistles in the Champion
Have been savoured o’er the years,
And his analytic columns
Are respected by his peers.
At meetings of the R.S.L.
He will gladly take the floor,
And debate on any subject—
He can be a one man war.
Would that Moree had more Alf Scotts,
Who seek not fame nor glory,
But in abundance spread goodwill,
Alf, you are a legend here in Moree.