Up Kilkenny

One fine day in Kilkenny, in September of the year Our hurling boys were coming home from Cork and we did cheer The people filled the streets that night all wearing black and gold They looked like giant bumblebees, all swarming down the road Up Kilkenny, up the cats Hooray, the boys are coming back So raise a flag up to the sky Wave that gold and black They town square was a buzzin' as the train pulled into town You could move an inch cuz there were people all around Our three time hurling champions were the fair town's pride and joy Desired by the girls and emulated by the boys Don't you try to find a pint at any local pub They're running out of whisky and they're running out of grub But the craic is flowing freely and the spirits running high And if I see an empty barstool then I'll meet you by and by At 8: 00 next morning, the streets are thinning out The celebration's over, but nobody has a doubt Though the town will become quiet and the crowds will disappear We'll be waiting for that train again, about this time next year