For The Drog Players
¶ 1
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Alas lads, it was not your day,
Its time to drown your sorrows,
Time to put the drink away
Like there were no tomorrows.
¶ 2
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Time to put away the stout,
There’s no point staying sober.
What’s the point in drying out
At this stage of October?
¶ 3
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As players, sure, you did your best
And we salute you proudly.
But now its time to have a rest
And sink the black stuff loudly.
¶ 4
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Forget about this football lark,
You’re suffering from fatigue.
Shelbourne in United Park?
Who cares about the league?
¶ 5
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The Cup has set you way off track
And buggered up your season.
But why the urge to bounce right back?
There isn’t any reason.
¶ 6
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So off ye go, and have a sup.
Go on, be little devils!
Doolo won’t mind if you up
Your alcoholic levels.
¶ 7
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The barman’s looking at the beer,
Hoping soon to serve it,
So go, have some October cheer,
Lord knows you sure deserve it.
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