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Shelbourne 4 Limerick 37 0

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 In the night that was in it,
How else could it end?
The applause for a minute
Brought a lump to each throat.
Limerick 37
Just could not compete,
As we sent him to heaven
Upon a high note.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 In the night that was in it,
Emotions ran high.
We needed to win it
And win it in style.
Our financial folly
Has made grown men cry,
But the mem’ries of Ollie
Make stony hearts smile.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 In the night that was in it
Each shot found its mark.
The song of the linnet
Was never so sweet.
Poor Lim’rick were caught up
In events off the park,
As circumstance brought up
A crushing defeat.

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Notes

In the week we buried Shels legendary supremo Ollie Byrne, Limerick never stood a chance

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