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It’s funny how you come to hate
Dundalk and Pats and James’s Gate
and all match long, you will berate
their players in a tone irate.
Yet, if you see their jersey in
some bar in downtown Ho Chi Minh
or in the back end of beyond,
you’ll feel that League of Ireland bond.
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It’s funny how you can’t abide
those teams from Lee- or Foyleside
and wish they’d floated off and died
when God sent down the last high tide.
Yet, when you see their jerseys worn
say, somewhere up the Matterhorn,
you’ll doubtless feel that kinship fond,
known as the League of Ireland bond.
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It’s funny how you can’t stand those
loud fans of Rovers or of Bohs,
who wax forth in prosaic prose
that they’re the ones that fortune chose.
Yet, when you meet them in Bombay,
you find, well, really, they’re okay.
No need to wave the magic wand
when you’ve the League of Ireland bond.