The fields, taken

By a lonely Thomond wall,
I heard a young girl calling,
Leinster, they have taken it away.
For they stole O'Connell's crown,
And ground O'Gara down
Now a Magner's cup is all we'll have to show.


Chorus: Low, lie the hearts in Castletroy
Where once we stood unbeaten, Lord of all
Faithful, brave, always
Devout, each day we pray.
but God played on the other side that day


By a lonely Cork, South Mall,
I heard a young man calling,
It's not as if those Scottish flights were free.
Between hotels, booked in Pounds,
Our tickets for the ground,
There's serious money wasted by the Lee.

Chorus

On lonely bar stools, all,
They watched the Final scoring.
As the Ladyboys came rout on field, on Sky.
They must fight, next year, to stay
Through the op'ning rounds, and pray
To not, please God, face Leinster on the way.

Chorus