Shelbourne 1 Derry City 0
¶ 1
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The game between Shelbourne and Derry,
As usual was fractious and tight.
And Shels hadn’t managed to bury
The long Derry hoodoo all night.
¶ 2
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The Indian sign, held by Kenny
Shone like a Dark Mark in the sky.
And answers? Poor Shels hadn’t any,
As minutes ticked steadily by.
¶ 3
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Resigned to renewed disappointment,
We knew well it would not be our day.
And buckets of wintergreen ointment
Would not rub frustration away.
¶ 4
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But then, in the ninetieth minute,
As the Fat Lady cleared out her throat,
On high came the voice of a linnet
And o’er sacred Tolka did float.
¶ 5
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And Jason despatched the goal sweetly
And all our frustration was banished.
The Indian sign gulped discreetly,
Then turned, as by magic and vanished.
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