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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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