The Setanta Cup
¶ 1
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Setanta was an Ulster man
Who had a violent streak,
A xenophobic partisan
With ruthlessness unique.
God help the poor invading hordes,
The mercen’ry marauder –
Setanta broke their spinal cords
And threw them cross the border.
¶ 2
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With hurley and with battle-axe,
He fought with rage and fury,
Dispensing fearsome fatal whacks
From Cavan down to Newry.
Whenever Southern tribes rode forth,
He beat them to submission.
Oh, what a great name for a North-
South football competition!
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