Oh God! Please grant that when this life I’ll yield That in heaven you’ll have a hurling field; With goalposts white and a green field grand And sunny days and a grand pipe band. And maybe, God, a singer or two To lilt a ballad for me and you. Then all I’d wish is to spend each day Watching all the great hurlers play. With Ring and Mackey and Rackard too And Semple and Lory to name a few. To watch Scanlon or Daly mind the net. You’ll promise too it won’t be wet. Ten year tickets, they will not be Your ones will be for eternity No corporate funding you’ll require For who was it said, "God loves a trier". Where every one is the same as you In red or white or gold or blue Your field dear Lord will have a mighty stand To hold the people from every land; Jew and Gentile, Pole and Moor, For the kings and queens and the humble poor; Put St Patrick on the gate For the new arrivals might be late So line the field and cut the grass I know some day it will come to pass When all will go to the final game Where rich and poor will be the same By Jack Ryan |
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