We were taking a strool by the old back door
Trying to win the
This will be the third time now,
And the stakes they couldn't be higher.
So I ask you friend, come along
Down to Dublin Town with the red army.
Cause I know right now, that we'll give it a whirle
boy, every Tyrone girl.
Well we stuffed the Dubs. as the rain came down
On a Saturday
We knew right then we were on the march
And Sam would be home soon.
So I ask you friend, will we beat Wexford.
[By five or six
points on the old score board]
So I shook his hand, and I bid farewell,
So I'm off to Dublin
with a Tyrone Girl.
When I woke up on All Ireland Day, ay, I, Ay
With a big rose
smile and a ticket for the game
On this fine soft day ay ay.
Cause it's destiny, that we'll play Kerry.
Oh they tried
for twice now there going for three.
We've travelled around, been all over this land.
O'h they don't
come better than a Tyrone man.
Waffell, and more waffell