Oh Twigg of Scotland
When will we see
Your like again
You came and scored for
The Hoops of white and green
And scored against them
Pat Fenlon’s army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again
Milltown is bare now
And autumn leaves lie thick and still
O’er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
You scored against them
Those Bohs bastards
And sent them homeward
Tae think again
Those days are passed now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the Champions again
You scored against him
Pat Fenlon’s army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again