Hill 16 is ‘Dublin Only’
The Cusack Stand can be quite lonely
Squashed among the green and gold
Interloper in a Kerry fold
Stranger’s voices, foreign tongue
Staring eyes of old and young
“Ye’ll bate us well, there’s not a doubt
Sure I don’t know why we’re even out”
“We shouldn’t have left the roaring fire
but ara we got a snapshot of the Spire”
“Have a sangwich, go on tis ham”
“Soft aul day, and very calm”
Hard to figure if they’re being nice
A soft exterior to a block of ice
“Ara Gooch was never a match for Brogan”
“’twill be the Dubs that get to climb the Hogan”
“We’re only up for an aul day out
and if Kerry can play, sure we’ll give them a shout”
“The Dubs are the best in many’s a year
a five goal beating tis our greatest fear”
Oh let me home to my beloved Hill
I’m so confused and feeling ill
The cuteness and the double speak
Self deprecation and acting meek
Come on the Dublin boys in Blue
The ghosts of Heffo, Mick Holden too
Take me back where I know the banter
And the lads are winning at a canter
And who says the Dubs have never travelled
I did myself and look what unravelled
A fate that’s worse than very scarey
A Dublin fan alone in Kerry
