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Up The Dubs - Dublin Football Poem

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Up The Dubs Poem [  words / lyrics ] from FM104's Strawberry Alarm Clock. The narrator is Peter Coonan. The words of the poem were sent to FM 104 by listeners in bits and pieces. Those lines were put together by Jim Nugent to make up the poem.

Heroes, our heroes, our boys in Blue
Our tribe, our warriors, hill 16 on a sunny Sunday
Like nowhere else on earth, the greatest show on earth
Up the Dubs, in the blood, me uncle never missed a match
He was known to leave a wedding early for The Dubs
He's there in spirit now on hill 16,
And when they win '' Smiling '',
True blue true blood,

'Cause hill 16 has never seen the likes of Heffo's Army.
Pints, match day, family superstition, his lucky jersey
Lucky bra, praying it doesn't rain,
Slagging cluchies with their ''hang'' sandwiches,
The Dubs will shut them up.
Walking down Jones Road, come on you boys in blue
Walking into town, flags comming out of every car
No better sight than Croke Park
than the Dubs hand passing their way to goal
Granda screaming at the telly, sit down.

The passion the loyalty, the most loyal fans
And they earned every one, Dublin, the Dubs
The sea of blue, going through the turnstiles
on your dad's sholders,
standing next to the brothers and sisters you never met
We're the 16th man, hats scarfs and head bands
Thinking of me da, he followed them all over
and shed many a tear of sadness and joy.

I get goose-bumps when the Dubs come out on the pitch
The whole city comes together, laughs in the stands
Caught on camera at half time, where my grand da stood
Where my daughter stands in her blue,
We put our 3 year old nephew in the Sam
Tears in my eyes, Sackville for me nerves
Quinn's for the celebration, proud to be a Dub
The Artane Boys Band, the parade of teams, that roar
The tears are crying when Cluxton scores the winner
It's family, our family, up the Dubs.

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