The Night Before…
As big Stephen Jennings poured out his tea,
He thought to himself well goodness me!
An Ulster final for our great club
Should I finish this cuppa or head to the club?
The players all tucked up, asleep in their beds
Dreams of glory filling their heads,
An historic day beckons for the amber and black
Its time big Philly hit the sack
Big Paddy Flood snuggled his Teddy
He was telling himself ‘I was born ready’
Tucked up in his onsey big Joe pushed out the zeee’s,
Frank Fitz grabbed the rosary and feel to his knees
‘Oh, heavenly Father look down in thy graces, please keep the smiles on the wee childers faces’
‘If we win this final, I’ll give credit to you, now get off the fence and proclaim Niamh Éanna Abu’
Big Gibbo awoke with a bedhead from hell
Who the **** is ringing that bell?
It’s just me said Séamus, an bhuil tú réidh?
As he cycled past on his merry way
The Healy boys slept in and fell from their bunks
Dónall Walsh asked his ma ‘have you seen my lucky trunks’
Eastwood still dreaming of that clearance of the line
Big McAuley oozing confidence, this is our time!!
The aul hands were buzzing as they slapped on the Brute
Micky ‘The Cat’ had dry cleaned his suit
The kids in club colours, the convoy was set
Destination Ard Mhacha, a day not to forget
Frank Fitz splashed holy water, as he paced down the bus
Have faith now boyos. there is no need to fuss
I spoke to our Lord last night, the big lad has our back
Today he is wearing the yellow and black
The Popes making a statement on RTÉ2
On behalf of the Vatican
Naomh Éanna Abú
written by MC