TOURNAFULLA 1972
We hail the Tournafulla team,
Their day has surely come,
They reached the semi-final when
They beat the men from Drom.
The Baron stood beside them saying,
We’ll win my boys for sure
And with his chain around his neck
He cheered the boys from Tour.
The Baron came to start the game,
In his regal robes serene,
Patsy Horgan shot a brilliant goal,
From a drive from Mikey Breen.
There’s Dan O’Connor a mighty man,
And a hurler rare and grand,
Timmy Horgan shines at centre field,
With Jack Curtin close at hand.
When Seamus Horgan guards the net,
No ball can pass him by,
There’s Mikey Brosnan safe and sound,
With a will to do or die.
When Drom were pressing for a goal,
Tony Reidy came to clear,
Tom Mulcahy shone as the day wore on,
Frank McLoughlin knew no fear.
Young Francie Collins showed his skill,
Moss Hartnett is a star,
Tom Hartnett raced down the wing,
And the ball is oe’r the bar.
Young Dan O’Connor grabbed the ball,
And drove it through the square,
Patsy Horgan raised another flag,
The boy from Knockanare.
Pat Harnett strikes a lovely ball,
With a hurler’s style supreme,
Patrick Sullivan gave a great display,
For the Tournafulla team.
God bless the boys from Killaculleen,
The lads from Ballycommane,
From barber’s bridge to Meentenowen,
The bonfires will be seen.
We have Consie Gorman in the subs,
The Brosnans, Pat and Moss,
And Shera Collins fleet of foot,
Our team has won the toss.
We have Patsy Hartnett on the line,
Pat Collins young and gay,
And Connie Brouder always fit,
And ready for the fray.
Remember Jim and Michael Mack,
The starts of bygone days,
The hurley swing of the wrenboys King,
Will inspire the youth to play.
The men from Tour have won the cup,
The sergeant jumps for joy,
We’ll toast the champions of the West,
And our hero Danny Boy.
Sean O’Sullivan trains a sporty team,
Their day has surely come,
They brought the laurels home to Tour,
When they beat Rathkeale and Drom.