TOURNAFULLA-WEST LIMERICK SENIOR HURLING CHAMPIONS 1972

We honour in song and story,

The champions whose fame is secure,

Our heroes have conquered Killeedy,

And brought home the laurels to Tour.

We rambled one day to Newcastle,

To see the Tour seniors win fame,

The teams were led out by the pipers,

Jack Quaid was in charge of the game.

The Tour men ran riot in the first half,

Their hurling is greatly impressed,

But Killeedy got going in the second,

And our men were sorely distressed.

Seamus Horgan jumped high in the goalmouth,

The sliothar held safe in his hand,

Mickie Brosnan we loudly applauded,

 The greatest full-back in the land.

Forget not the sound Tom Mulcahy,

Consie Gorman and brilliant Mike Breen,

And Patrick O’Sullivan our captain,

Who rallied the hurlers in green.

Success to young Danny O’Connor,

A genius with hurley and ball,

Reminiscent of Private Ahern,

And Mick Mack whom we often recall.

Timmy Horgan was great in the centre,

Backed up by Tom Hartnett and Moss,

Pat Hartnett burst off on a solo,

With the sliothar stuck on to the boss.

Jack Curtin proved sound in the back line,

Ray Rochford is one of the best,

Francis Collins played beautiful hurling,

Connie Brouder’s the pride of the West.

Patsy Horgan pulled hard on the leather,

This forward from sweet Knockanare,

We cheered a great goal from Tom Hartnett,

With tension Pervading the air.

We followed the crowd to Guinans,

Our newly crowned champions to toast,

We lit a big fire in the village,

And then we went on to the “Post”.

I’ll think of my sweet Tournafulla,

When in exile far over the sea,

God bless the young men and their hurleys,

For the pleasure they brought unto me.