Languor
¶ 1
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We took the bus at lunch time
And headed to the Pale
In Kennedys at 6 o’clock
Downing the local ale
¶ 2
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Game kicks off at 8pm
1 up just after seven
Chips and burgers at half time
Was like manna from heaven
¶ 3
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Shels were truly awful
Said they were missing six
As dull as River Tolka
No nutmegs, flair or flicks
¶ 4
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The best thing Richie did that night
Was blow the final whistle
A send off from the schooligans
And back home like a missile
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