In Lehmanns Terms
¶ 1
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When the Germans visit Dublin,
There’s always such a buzz.
The atmosphere is bubblin’,
If not for them, for us.
¶ 2
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But apathy’s in fashion,
The atmosphere was flat.
Keane’s miss evoked no passion.
We merely shrugged at that.
¶ 3
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For us the game scarce mattered,
Since we went down to the Czechs
Our dreams now crushed and shattered.
Contenders? Please add “ex-.”
¶ 4
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The Germans were delighted
To return home with a draw,
But we were unexcited
And could scarce restrain a snore.
¶ 5
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And later on the panel,
Poor Eamo and the boys
Just churned the same old flannel
And made the same old noise.
¶ 6
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I stayed away from Croker,
I’m glad now that I did.
It would have been a choker
To have coughed up fifty quid.
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