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For The Drog Players

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Forget about this football lark,
You’re suffering from fatigue.
Shelbourne in United Park?
Who cares about the league?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 So off ye go, and have a sup.
Go on, be little devils!
Doolo won’t mind if you up
Your alcoholic levels.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 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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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/for-the-drog-players/