Bad Day for Rovers, Great Day for Socialism
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James Connolly and Larkin will be cheering,
Behold the red flag fluttering on high.
Its what the aristocracy was fearing,
As peasants smash the windows at Versailles.
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The Internationale sounds out strongly,
As gold is snatched from fat and grubby hands.
The so-called experts all forecast it wrongly –
A ray of hope goes out to many lands.
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For too long now the Premier Division
Has creamed what cash our football generates,
While lesser clubs are treated with derision
And forced to live off ever-dwindling gates.
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But now the mighty Rovers are defeated
Their Majesties are slickly overthrown,
And next year their supporters will be treated
To trips to lovely Limerick and Athlone.
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To Monaghan and Galway and Kilkenny,
The Hoops will bring their monetary support.
And yes, they’re sure to spend a pretty penny
At clubs who’ve been financially distraught.
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So up and holler Vive la Revolution!
And raise a glass to Dermot Keely’s health.
For Dublin City’s perfect execution
Redistributed some of football’s wealth.
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