I’ve spent a lifetime supporting the Dubs up on ‘The Hill’

From Keaveney on to Brogan, admiring their great skill

I’ve sung my true blue heart out to the strains of Molly Malone

I’ve called on all the Culchies to get up the yard and go on home

But this year we’re playing Mayo

And I am not feeling at my best

‘Cause the mother comes from Klitimagh

The Riviera of the west

 

Have we won enough All Irelands?  But then here comes the rub…

We want to win it every year, every player and every sub

While I sing my true blue heart out to ‘Come on ye Boys in Blue’

Is there any sign of conflict of any colour or any hue?

Ye see this year we’re playing Mayo

Can my loyalty stand the test?

‘Cause the Mammy’s home is Kiltimagh

The Riviera of the west

 

I shared my big dilemma with the lads from down the Pub

But they tell me there’s no choice for me, I’m born and bred a Dub

Could I ever sing the West’s Awake from my spot up on ‘The Hill’?

Or would my mouth dry up with treachery, would I end up in a mill?

‘See this year we’re playing Mayo

And my mind it just won’t rest

Cause the mammy comes from Kiltimagh

The Riviera of the West

 

So I’ll head on in this Sunday and mingle with my tribe

I could never shout against the Dubs, not as long as I’m alive

I’ll sing about the Twenty Men who came from Dublin town

And hope that once again this year it’s us that wears the crown

And I know that after Croker

I’ll have to do my best

To avoid my vengeful mammy

But more especially, ‘The West’