Chorus
Tipperary, the premier county. We're on the way back up.
Tipperary, the home of hurling, we'll bring back the McCarthy
cup
I
Well I often heard my father speak of the hurling men of old,
Their legend lives to this very today, and they wore
the blue and gold.
He told me of Tubberadora, that glorious golden mile,
Where 89 All Ireland Medals were won with bravery and style.
Chorus
II
He'd talk of Thomas Semple, a great hurler of renown,
Who lent his name to that Hallowed sod in dear old Thurles town.
Of Hell's Kitchens Storied back line, men of Iron born to spoil,
And of our counties greatest hurler, the brilliant
Jimmy Doyle.
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III
I remember that half forward line of Cleary, Leahy, Ryan,
And Nicky's haul on All Ireland day, still the greatest
of all time.
And Tommy Dunne in zero one, he led a mighty team,
Each time O'Leary got that ball, he shattered Galway's team.
Chorus
IV
From Cashel's holy towers, to the slopes of Sliabh na mBán,
From the sandy shores of old Lough Derg, to the homes
around Kilruane.
From Kickham's fabled Knocknagow, to the Galtee mountain's might,
Our Hurlers have come willing and are ready now
to fight.
Chorus
V
So now it's time to rise again and take McCarthy back,
With 15 fearless warriors, to lead a fierce attack.
Liam Sheedy and his band of men will keep our dream alive,
We'll send Kilkenny packing and we'll halt their drive
for five.
Chorus
Oh Tipperary the premier county, we're on the way back up,
Tipperary the home of hurling, we'll bring back the McCarthy
Cup.
Tipperary the premier county, with that sacred sod and clay,
Tipperary the home of hurling, home to the GAA.
Oh Tipperary the premier county, we're on the way back up,
Tipperary the home of hurling, we'll bring back the McCarthy
Cup
