Killeagh

From the woods of Glenbower to the river Dissour

From the arms of my mother, to the land ever pure

All I have to remember, is the pride that I felt

'Round the Páirc Uí Chinnéide, where the boys never knelt

They'd go raring and tearing and fighting for love

For the land they call Killeagh, and the Lord up above

Killeagh, la, la-la, la, la-la-la, la-la-la

For the green and the white I adore

For the parish to last evermore

'95 came promotion, high up on the wing

And no-one up to senior, what a beautiful thing

In the darkest of hours, in the depths of despair

Let the Killeagh boys roar far to rattle the air

They'd go raring and tearing and fighting for love

For the land they call Killeagh and the Lord up above

Killeagh, la, la-la, la, la-la-la, la-la-la

For the green and the white, I adore

For the parish to last evermore

Killeagh, la, la-la, la, la-la-la, la-la-la

La-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la

Killeagh, la, la-la, la, la-la-la, la-la-la

For the green and the white, I adore

For the parish to last evermore

When my time's at an ending

When my days are no more

Bury me with my Hurley by the river Dissour