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¶ 1
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“Gales across Ireland,” the Met. Office said,
“With winds building up to a storm.”
It’s wild and it’s wintry, and summer has fled,
But tonight I feel happy and warm.
¶ 2
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‘Twas an ill wind for Derry, as Bohs packed defence,
And Drogs got a bit of a blow.
Poor Cork were too windy, too shot-shy and tense,
And inside my heart is aglow.
¶ 3
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For Shels beat the Blues with a penalty kick,
A vict’ry, though scarcely with ease.
The stormclouds are gathering and Rennie is sick,
But for us, sure, ain’t life just a breeze?
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