Over The Moon, Fernando

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Can you hear the drums, Fernando?
That steady rhythmic roll?
And all the talk
That’s urging Cork
To score another goal?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Did you see the match, Fernando?
As Swede as milk and honey!
If Cork survive
And stay alive
Its money, money, money.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The lads done good, Fernando,
And now they play away.
Let’s hope they don’t
[I’m sure they won’t]
End up with Swede F.A.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 All credit to Cork, Fernando,
Their skill was quite divine.
I hope they’re not
Put on the spot
By that Swede child of mine.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The name of the game, Fernando,
Is consolidating power.
For yous I wish
A tasty dish –
Don’t order Sweden sour.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Do you think they’ll win, Fernando?
I do, I do, I do.
Though some think that
Bould Uncle Pat
Might face his Waterloo.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Who’s yer wan, Fernando?
Is that the dancing queen?
She’s quite a catch
But not a patch
On Rose from Skibbereen.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 At the end of the day, Fernando,
Here’s hoping you go through.
But, win or lose,
Here’s hoping yous
Will get some voulez-vous.


Lost amid the hype of Euro 2004, Cork City 3 Malmo 1 Intertoto Cup. 2nd leg this weekend

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/over-the-moon-fernando/