THE MEN IN THE WHITE AND THE GREEN
Aron Fitzpatrick, Nov 2012
In the month of October We were perfectly sober As the light slowly gave way to the dark Now it’s November And still I remember That fine Autumn day in Pearse Park Ah yes I recall Every kick of the ball And how it all came to be That the Connolly Cup Was lifted up By the men in the white and the green With my brothers beside me And a passion inside me There’s something I need to declare The depth of the pride In a victorious side Is a feeling one cannot compare In the replayed game The result was the same Two teams bordering on the sublime What was so nearly grief Became ultimate relief As we headed for extra time Another slow start Was bad for the heart Everyone on the edge of their seat Watching your dreams Come apart at the seams I’ll tell you is no easy feat But Killoe dug their feet in Refused to be beaten Excelled in defence and attack With score after score We came to the fore For Slashers there was no coming back When the referee blew That was the cue For the celebrations to begin The crowd they roared out With a deafening shout Pride bursting out from within And then he stood up And lifted the cup The inspirational captain Joe Mc It’s all about the crest Displayed on your chest And not the number on your back The bridge they did pass When they reached Carriglass Bringing home the Sean Connolly Cup Amongst the songs and the cheers People raised whiskeys and beers To the team that never gave up It seems the Killoe man Is a passionate fan Wearing his heart on his sleeve We’re the pride of the land And as it says in the stand All you’ve got to do is ‘BELIEVE’ As the records keep breaking Other teams will be shaking At the thoughts of facing our team The boys from Killoe The ultimate foe The men in the white and the green
