Declan O’Doyle
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A cup final on St. Patrick’s Day
The talk of Dublin’s Fair City
Declan O’Doyle, his leg still injured
So, no top scorer… more’s the pity
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Seamus Kavanagh, Scruffy Kelly
Between the sticks old Dara Flynn
In defence was Paddy Brennan
And The Mighty (Ryan) Quinn
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Mick Fitzpatrick, Dermot Sweeney
Finbar Reilly and Shane O’Toole
The midfield quartet, fit and ready
And nobody was playing the fool
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Spud Murphy playing central defence
With his partner, big Niall Malone
Declan’s understudy had a blinder
Made the striking position his own
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Kavanagh scored four without a reply
His opponents, tortured and teased
Young Seamus, the man of the moment
But poor Declan wasn’t too pleased
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He had waited years to play in a final
And this was the worst of all his fears
Drowned the shamrock, off home early
That night, cried crock O’Doyle tears
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