Killeagh

From the woods of Glenbower to the river the Suir

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 rarin' and tearin' and fightin' 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 the one up to senior, what a beautiful thing

In the darkest of hours, in the depths of despair

Let the Killeagh boys roar for to rattle the air

They'd go rarin' and tearin' and fightin' 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-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 the Suir