Stony Grey Rod

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 O stony grey Rod of Monaghan
Don’t make us hurt and aggrieved
Or take my child’s football passion
And give us your Rod deceived.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 You clogged the feet of my boyhood
With Dundalk in ninety one
Had the poise and stride of Apollo
And ended our unbeaten run

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Don’t fling a ditch on my vision
My Premier dream don’t pollute
O stony grey Rod of Monaghan
With your Louis Copeland tin of fruit.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Lost the long hours of pleasure
Cork City, us women and men
O can I still bear First Division
Or write with unpoisoned pen

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Brandywell, Dalymount, The Showgrounds
Wherever I turn I see
Not the stony grey Rod from Monaghan
But places we’re meant to be.



4 games left. We play Monaghan this Tuesday, they are one point ahead of us by virtue of getting 3 points for a match they drew (the opposition fielded an ineligible player) , we have to beat them.

Rod=Roddy Collins, infamous manager of Monaghan Utd.
Louis Copeland = famous Dublin tailor
tin of fruit = Dublin rhyming slang for suit.

This is based on the poem Stony Grey Soil written by the famous Irish poet Patrick Kavangh, himself a native of Monaghan.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/stony-grey-rod/