Ideally to be sung by a crowd of merry

revellers to the tune of ‘Galway Bay’.

If you ever come across the sea to Ireland

Be it only at the closing of your day

Just to see our boys in green defeat the English

For that result we did devoutly pray

Sheedys gang arrived from over there in Dubai

Your man Emon from London flew in too

The bould Gordy thought six hundred bleedin’ euro

Could bribe Ronan to miss a kick or two

In Croke Park you’d hear a pin drop for the queens song

Brendan couldn’t find those hills; one to fifteen

The Crombie coats and hip flasks did inspire

Awsome support for our heroes in green

Amhran na bhfian was belted out with gusto

There was nere a dry eye left amongst the crowds

But when OGara chipped from the fourteen yard line

Corner forward Horgan plucked it from the clouds

In Branigans all 6 nations had their song sung

Cormac was head n shoulders above the throng

Gerald learned that cider is the north sides champagne

And we almost grew to like that Guinness pong

So let us dream on now for next September

When World Cup glory must be worth a bet

There’s a Red Cow Hotel planned for outside Paris

Based on profits from the Jebel Ali set