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1. The Boys of Adamstown (continued)

   

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   Ah, you sons of Granuaile
   Now to remind you of the Gael,
   And to let you see our spirits are not going down
   Now my voice I'm going to raise
   Just to sing a verse in praise
   Of our hurling team, the boys of Adamstown

   
   (II)

   Ah, yes, thou gallant men
   Are on top this year again;
   But some ago 'twas rumoured they had given up
   Well, sure Father Wheeler said
   He would wish they would go ahead
   And stick the job until they won the cup.

   
   (III)

   Well, no sooner said than done,
   For the boys 'twas only funm,
   And well the priest, too, knew he had a team
   Of men that would not fret
   Or care a pin what teams they met,
   He knew Adamstown would always sweep the green.

   
   (IV)

   Well, now, just to let you hear
   Whom they played and beat this year,
   And do not think I want to brush them up,
   But I'd like to sing their praise
   And wish them long bright happy days
   To sing/enjoy (?) the honour of their cup.

   
   (V)

   Now first the Beachers, dressed in red,
   And round Wexford town 'twas said
   They would lick and play around young Adamstown
   But when they tried, without doubt,
   They got hurled inside out,
   And that is all the honour they could crown

   
   (VI)

   Now Wexford next was run (?)
   And no doubt a splendid team
   Who thought themselves the conquerors of renown;
   But they never saw or knew
   What good hurlers could do
   Till the day they met the boys of Adamstown.

   
   (VII)

   There was Ballymurn still
   Who thought they'd work them down the hill,
   If you sift that well you'll find out what I mean
   From beyond the water boys
   They cut the cawmeens (?) from their eyes
   And brought the laurels back to Adamstown again.

   
   (VIII)

   Well now next a right good team
   From this place up here called Caim
   They got the greatest licking of them all;
   Well they all played their best
   'But went down like all the rest
   And they're not matches for old Adamstown at all.

   

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   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   S. Ní Muirghcara

   Gender

   Female