Following on from @Spidey post about Big Mick
This thread is about songs about players or incidents in games as opposed to your Hail Hail type songs
Is this goes off topic, infractions will be dished out
Following on from @Spidey post about Big Mick
This thread is about songs about players or incidents in games as opposed to your Hail Hail type songs
Is this goes off topic, infractions will be dished out
first infraction to @Big_Dan_Campbell please admins
when i say sport, its implied only elite sports
The finest piece ever about a sportsman
Lament for Dr Tommy Daly
by Bryan MacMahon (1909-1998; Kerry)
On the windâswept Hill of Tulla,
Where the Claremen place their dead,
Four solemn yews stand sentinel
Above a hurlerâs head,
And from the broken north lands
From Burren bleak and bare,
The dirge of Thomas Daly
Goes surging on through Clare.
No more shall limewhite goalposts
Soar tapering and tall
Above the greatest goalman
That ever clutched a ball.
Nor yet heâll rouse the echoes
Of ash in native air,
Nor heed the throbbing thousands
Tense with pride of Clare.
But wherever Clare does battle
And whoever guards the goal,
Wheneâer the citadel is saved
The proud, the noble soul
Of sterling Thomas Daly
They shall recall and say
âGod rest you Thomas Daly
On your windâswept hill to-dayâ.
To think that never once again
Heâll don with lightsome air
The claret-gold of Tulla
Nor the blue and gold of Clare.
-Perhaps theyâll pray when feasts are high
And healed the wounds of fight,
âGod rest you Thomas Daly
On your windâswept hill to-nightâ.
The years shall silver temples
Of hurlers young and free
Till blows the long, long whistle
Of the eternal referee,
Then up the hillside lonely
Theyâre borne with funeral tread,
To the windâswept Hill of Tulla
Where the Claremen place their dead.
Beyond this place of toil and tears
Beyond this plain of woe,
There is a bourne in Paradise
Where all the hurlers go,
And there in prime theyâre goaling
And race across the sod
And thrill our dead forefathers
On the level lawns of God.
On the windâswept Hill of Tulla
Within whose breast so deep
With dreams of Resurrection Morn
A thousand hurlers sleep,
And with them Thomas Daly
Four yews above his head
On the windâswept Hill of Tulla
Where the Claremen place their dead.
Dr. Tommy Daly was born in 1894 and resided at the square in Tulla. He died tragically on Monday the 21st September 1936. He played in right All-Ireland finals, wining five (four senior and one junior). He won his first All-Ireland medal in goal for Clare in 1914 in the Junior final.
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Air: Down Erinâs Lovely Lee or She lives beside the Anner
wtf is this?
admins- infraction please
You lack culture son
Heâs all in with Herr Holohan. If Tony says not elite then any GP activist will row in behind
This right here is the content I keep coming back for
FFS
Fuck shouldnât have watched that, Luca Toni, Telephoni, Berlusconi is going to be on a loop in my brain for the day
its the greatest song of all time
Luca toni telephone
belter
I should have apologised in advance.