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Dublin 07

HUGH MORRIS

Monday, July 19th, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Shamus Bond, Secret Agent,
O’ t’ Irish CIA,
Liked t’ watch a foo’ball match
T’ pass t’ time o’ day..
‘Twas Ireland versus Scotland
Back in 1965,
Shay was on a mission,
So went in disguise…

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He t’ought, “I t’ink I’d better go
Lookin’ like I’m foreign..”
So dressed as a Scotsman,
In a kilt an’ sporran..
Wedged in tight behind t’ goal
Wit’ t’ Irish foo’ball fans,
Shay was swept up in t’ atmosphere,
As t’ey cheered an’ clapped t’eir hands…

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 T’ game kicked off at 3 o’ clock,
Great excitement did occur,
“HOOTS MON, BONNIE IRELAND!!!”
Roared Shay wit’ Scottish burr,
Nex’ t’ing Ireland scored a goal
An’ Shay began t’ sing,
“WHEN IRISH OCH AYES ARE SMILIN..”
As he did t’ Highlan’ Fling…

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Shay t’en took out his bagpipes
An’ caused some folk t’ smile,
T’ see a true blue Scotsman
Skirlin’ for t’ Em’rald Isle..
When Ireland scored a second
He bawled, “A BRAW BRICHT MOONLICHT NICHT!!!”
Ran on to t’ centre spot
An’ gave his kilt a lift…

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Spinster Gertrude Grizzlemouth
Lodged a loud complaint,
T’en stole another glance at Shay,
Before collapsin’ in a faint..
Two policemen in proximity
Said, “Let’s arrest t’at man,
Looks like we’ve got work t’ do..”
An’ on’ t’ field t’ey ran…

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Shamus saw t’em comin’,
T’en began t’ race,
Sprintin’ down t’ touchline
Wit’ t’ coppers givin’ chase..
T’ey caught up wit’ him eventu’lly
An’ because t’ey had been baited,
T’rew him out into t’ road
Sayin’, “Y’ve been ejaculated…”

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Later in a local pub
T’ere was speculation,
Was Shay Scots or Irish?
Which was his denomination?
Shamus simply smiled an’ said,
“I’m from t’ Isle o’ Man..”
As he quaffed a pint o’ Guinness
An’ called it “a wee dram…”

© Llew Beaton 19 July 2004.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/dublin-07/