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’
