They Gave Us Joy In Tymon

They Gave us Joy in Tymon! (At The Faughs Dorry Murray Tournament)

(you can sing it to yourself to the tune of the Rocky Road to Dublin)

Well, in the merry month of May at the Canal we started
Left the house at 9, with Hurleys we departed
Waved at Dolphin Park, Loreto soon thereafter
Faces bright with cheer, the cars were full of laughter
When after we did tog, then we took care of Faughs
The ash was sliced from logs to keep the poem rhymin’
A dozen brand new balls, with freshly blackened seams
To frighten all the teams assembled there in Tymon

One to three four five
Hunt in pairs and block them down at their own end
And lead the way in Tymon whack follol de dah

And when we stopped we rested, limbs so weary
Started up match 2, no scores were coming early
Nothing clear or sure, which kept the mentors thinkin’
Then the Kevin’s cure, when Meabh did score by pointin’
From an outfield free the subs did cheer with glee
As mentors so did we which barely suits my rhymin
We asked them were they tired, or if snacks they did require
Instead they just seemed wired on the park at Tymon

One to three four five
Hunt in pairs and block them down at their own end
And lead the way in Tymon whack follol de dah

Banrion next arrived we thought it was a pity
For them to be deprived of a win in our fine city
But then we stole a goal, our team awash with quality
The game became a stroll we camped in their locality
Something crossed our minds we though it was unkind
No solace could they find, just like my poem rhymin
Unhappy with the score, our girls piled on some more
And none of them seemed sore at lunch time down in Tymon

One to three four five
Hunt in pairs and block them down at their own end
And lead the way in Tymon whack follol de dah

The final under way, our spirits never falling
Faughs were tough in play, and their style was flailing
Our Captain Sadhbh she roared, said no time had she
For waiting for a score and neither truth did we
Good options we did choose, and we played some lovely moves
We didn’t think we’d lose when the scores we started landin’
When Faughs did get ahead we wished t’was us instead
T’would been better if we had led
By a few more scores at Tymon

One to three four five
Hunt in pairs and block them down at their own end
And lead the way in Tymon whack follol de dah

The Kevin’s team related when the day was ended
How much they were deflated and that they couldn’t stand it
For throughout their effort was bold
And the truth must now be told, their heads high they can hold
Hurrah me soul says I, our hurleys they did fly
Yet today the chance is nigh, and we’ll have to do with coulda been
But know the day will come when we will return
To vanquish Faughs at Tymon

One to three four five
Hunt in pairs and block them down at their own end
THEY GAVE US JOY IN  TYMON whack follol de dah
Whack follol de dah