Killeagh

Kingfishr

From the woods of Glenbower to the River Dissour
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 raring and tearing and fighting 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 no-one up to senior, what a beautiful thing
In the darkest of hours, in the depths of despair
Let the Killeagh boys roar far to rattle the air

They'd go raring and tearing and fighting 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
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 Dissour