Kilmoyley By The Sea
by Michael O'Carroll N.T.
'Neath a heath clad Kerry mountain there
lies a lovely plain
Where often in his wandering thoughts the exile comes again
He may have met with verdant spots in the land of liberty
But none of them can rival Kilmoyley By the Sea.
And often in the summertime I roamed o'er that
fair spot
To view the yellow corn fields and the rustics humble cot
And breathe the fresh and scented air that blows so pure and free
From Shannon's mouth to Brandon peak o'er Kilmoyley By the Sea.
It makes me glad to see the boys with their
oldwell loved camáns
And hear the birds above my head with their thrilling notes at dawn
In other lands they may sing bright and pour their notes with glee
But I'm sure they sing far brighter in Kilmoyley By the Sea.
Away, away far to the West lies lovely Banna
Strand
Whose mighty waters ever flow to kiss that Emerald Land
Tho' lonely now that shore appears it brings some joy to me
When I think of Fenians who stood there from Kilmoyley By the Sea.
But these are gone forever to a land that's
far away
Still their thoughts will ever wander back to their friends round Banna's Bay
When they think of the happy time gone past when as youths they roamed so free
O'er that dear loved spot they once called home Kilmoyley By the Sea.
A
Hurler's Prayer
Grant me, O Lord, a hurler's skill
With strength of arm and speed of limb
Unerring eye for the flying ball
And courage to match them what'er befall
May my aim be steady, my stroke be true
My actions manly, my misses few
And no matter what way the game may go
May I part in friendship with every foe
When the final whistle for me is blown
And I stand at last at God's judgment throne
May the great referee when he calls my name
Say 'You hurled like a man, you played the game.'
1953
Minor Victory Song
by Willie Griffin
The twentieth of August being the date of the year
When Kilmoyley in the Austin Stack Park did appear
To capture the laurels and bring them back home
From the Champions of Kerry, from beauty's home.
The evening was misty and faith sure enough
"We have it" says Kilmoyley, "the going will be tough"
Marching onto the field in their famed green and gold
It recalled to many fond memories of old.
Then came Killarney, the boys we all knew
With their all-white apparel, they look brave and true
They were robust and nippy, Ah sure, we did not mind
When the ball was thrown in, they were left far behind.
Kilmoyley broke away and there was a great
cheer
Young Mahony from the cross, he was going like a deer
Well supported by Lovett, the best of them all
They made a great midfield, did Xavier and Paul.
The ball was in the square and the forwards
were in
The clash of the ash, sure it made a great din
Griffin was pulling and Curran dashed for a score
The excitement was tumultous, come on Kilmoyley once more.
From the cúl poc, the sliotar went well up
the field
The evergreen Willie O'Leary his camán he did wield
Then came Liam Rice with his craft and his skill
Placing the ball between the sticks to make sure the cup we'd fill.
We had Treacy in the centre, he showed them
the way
With Collins on his left they gave a great display
And here's to John Joe Regan, that broth of a boy
They played havoc to Killarney as caps went sky high.
Our custodian was O'Connor, as cool as a
breeze
While in front stood John Carroll he did as he pleased
His vigorous display defied their onslaught
To him their assaults were just equal to nought.
On the right stood Mick Regan, a hero at heart
Sure his doubling and pulling, they gave us a start
On the left was Joe Harris, he mastered them all
He missed neither double nor fall of the ball.
Next comes Fitzell our hero from Tocherbane
His athletic appearance defied every man
His speed was delightful like their greyhounds before
Which we saw in Tralee, in those days of yore.
Last but not least is Tom Griffin from Cloon
The ball left his camán, like a shot from a gun
Right down the centre to those forwards so grand
Who played like our warriors now in a fair land.
Their trainer Cal Quane, he enjoyed a fine
game
Another achievement has enhanced his great fame
Come on my great heroes, we are the best in the land
We'll go to Kilmoyley and strike up the brass band
Now to conclude and finish my rhyme
We were always together and will to the end of time
Whether in Kilmoyley or far beyond the sea
We will be together eternally.
Three
in a Row
by P. Regan and J.
McCarthy
You’ve read in the
papers of teams of the past,
Of Causeway, Ballyduff and Lixnaw so fast
But none can compare with the green and the gold,
Who were first to be champions three times in a row
It started in a downpour in 2001,
With Brendan and Boxer we thought we were gone,
But Ollie popped up with a minute to go
And that was the start of our three in a row
Three in a row, three in a row,
It’s hard to believe we’ve got three in a row,
They came from Lixnaw and Ballyheigue to the west
But to Meyler’s machine they were all second best
Twas Lixnaw from the east in 2002
Who were going for a treble, nothing else it would do
But Fitzy and Welshy and Ian said “No”
For we’re on our way for our three in a row
Chorus
Twas Lixnaw once again in 2003
We had Darren’s broken finger and Gent’s dodgy knee
But Micheál and Bubbles and Christy and Joe
Said we’re keeping Neilius for three in a row
(P.R & J.Mc)
You'll never walk
alone
by Gerry and the Pacemakers
(download Zip file here)
When you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark,
At the end of a storm,
there's a golden sky,
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown...
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone...
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone...
When Kilmoyley beat
Na Piarsaigh from the banks of the Lee
by Padraig Regan
Come here to me listen and a story I'll tell
Of bravery, skill and of hurling so well
That happened in November two thousand and three
When Kilmoyley beat Na Piarsaigh from the banks of the Lee
Too rah loo, too rah ley, When Kilmoyley beat
Na Piarsaigh from the banks of the Lee
The comortas it was the munster Senior League
And started in June with a blaze of intrigue
When Shannon's Wolfe Tones and the Lohan's so fair
Fell foul to Kilmoyley's sweet hurling and flair
Too rah loo, too rah ley, Fell foul to
Kilmoyley's sweet hurling and flair
The Corkmen, Ballyhea, they soon followed suit
And Na Piarsaigh from Limerick they too got the boot
Big Diarmuid O'Sullivan and the lads down in Cloyne
Were outhurled by Kilmoyley within extra time
Too rah loo, too rah ley, Were outhurled by
Kilmoyley within extra time
And so in Killarney the final was played
The men from Cork's northside the journey they made
With Sean Óg, setanta and John Gardiner too
All ready to face Meyler's green and gold crew
Too rah loo, too rah ley, All ready to face
Meyler's green and gold crew
It started like lightning with Murnane's first
score
And Regan and Diggins they soon added more
But the Cork lads got going determined to win
And led at halftime, our seven points to their ten
Too rah loo, too rah ley, And led at halftime,
our seven points to their ten
Soon after the restart Na Piarsaigh did goal
But Kilmoyley hit back with three goals of their own
And down to the last minute the battle did go
When a penalty for Na Piarsaigh was saved by small Joe
Too rah loo, too rah ley, When a penalty for
Na Piarsaigh was saved by small Joe
Soon after the refs final whistle was blown
Kilmoyley were champions of Munster's great throne
An honour that came in two thousand and three
When Kilmoyley beat Na Piarsaigh from the banks of the Lee
Too rah loo, too rah ley, When Kilmoyley beat
Na Piarsaigh from the banks of the Lee
Too rah loo, too rah ley, When Kilmoyley beat Na Piarsaigh from the banks of the Lee
Flower of
Scotland (Kilmoyley's Hurlers)
(Click
here for song)
by Ger "The Lough"
O'Sullivan
O flower of Scotland when will we see your likes again
That fought and died for your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against them Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward to think again
The hills are bare now and autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now Which those so dearly held
Those days are passed now And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now And be the nation again
The hills are bare now And autumn leaves lie vacant still
O'er land that is lost now Which those so dearly held
Kilmoyley's hurlers when will we see your like again
That fought and died for a Cup they call Neilus Flynn
And stood against them John Meyler's army
And sent him homeward to think again
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