Playing you next year
¶ 1
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Tonight we welcome Galway up to Tolka.
I’ll burst into applause when you appear.
If I wasn’t such a Red,
I might well follow you instead.
My heart will always hold you very dear
but I hope we won’t be playing you next year.
¶ 2
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Out of all the teams in this division,
it’s you, my boys, for whom I’ll shed a tear.
When I see that deep maroon,
it simply wants to make me swoon,
but don’t be angry if I say that we’re
all hoping we will not face you next year.
¶ 3
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The gap between divisions is an ocean
and many fear to cross that stormy swell.
Here’s hoping you will soon achieve promotion
and come up to the Premier as well.
¶ 4
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They say that parting can be such sweet sorrow,
but staying put can drive you to the beer.
It’ll be a wrench to leave you –
if we make it, we will grieve you –
but then, it’s highly possible, I fear,
that we might well be playing you next year.
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