The Banks of the Allachán

Success attended that gallant team, whom often I witnessed play,

That dear old spot far  o’er the fields, that’s Tour so far away,

When buachailíns young on a summer’s eve, they hurled on Kelly’s lawn,

In that dear old spot I loved so well, on the banks of the Allachán.

It’s a treat to see those heroes play that Gaelic game so well

In Kelly’s Inch in Glengort North, against dear old Monagea

You may see some classic hurling and speed just like a fawn

You can hear the cheers re-echo back on the banks of the Allachán.

It’s a treat to see those heroes play as they did in the days of old

And to hear the cheers re-echo back when Aherne he used to score

My only wish and my own desire and it has always been

Was to see again that hurling fame upon the dashing green.

Our captain boys was a sporting lad, his equals cannot be seen

His only aim in the Gaelic field was fair play for his team,

And when the game was hottest regardless of his bones

He would lead his men to victory, that gallant young Wolf Tone

That old spot is by Leahy’s wood, whereby the band would play,

Where the roses bloom in sweet perfume, in the merry month of May,

‘Twas there we cut the ash so clean to form a nice Cumán

We will rise again in hurling fame in the village of the Allachán.