Shelbourne 0 Derry City 1

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 For the third year in a row
It is out the Cup we go,
Despatched with little pity
By the lads from Derry City.
Losing once was quite depressing,
Losing twice just seemed like messing,
But losing three times on the trot
Seemed a cruel, vindictive plot
That was hatched with pers’nal spite
By the lads in red and white.


For the third year on the trot, we are dumped out of the Cup by the Candystripes.

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