The end of Tolka Park
¶ 1
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The ‘i’s are dotted, ‘t’s are crossed
and Tolka Park appears lost.
The football ground will pay the cost.
Financial targets? Sure, we never met them.
¶ 2
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Shels will go and share with Bohs,
their bitterest and oldest foes,
bidding to cast off the woes
that for the past long decade have beset them.
¶ 3
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The flags are flying at half-mast,
the ghost of countless players past
drift across the pitch, aghast –
mistakes, perhaps, but why should we regret them?
¶ 4
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The memories of magic nights
beneath those bright, imposing lights
when Shelbourne hit some dazzling heights –
till we die, we never will forget them.
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