THE SPORTING SILVERMINES
(To the air of “The Wearing of the Green”)
Here’s three cheers for North Tipperary boys
Those heroes brave and true,
Who showed themselves in every field
That ever they went to.
And here now in their praises
I will pen those simple lines,
All honour to the famous club
The Sporting Silvermines.
For everyone before them came
They have all nobly beat,
The big city too of Dublin
Their defeat they won’t forget.
Their medals nobly carried home
With cheers along the line,
No city club could ever drub
The Boys from the Silvermines.
St. Patrick’s Day, those heroes gay
They were not at a loss,
They met that day without delay
The club from Holycross.
It was a grand and glorious sight
The sun did brightly shine,
And cheers around they did resound
For the Sporting Silvermines.
Holycross men hurled manfully
But still they did give in,
Long well twill be remembered
By many a broken shin.
The Silver Cup they did give up
The palm they did resign,
To gallant North Tipperary
And the Sporting Silvermines.
They played for fame to hold their name
And honoured is their shield,
The cup they won through play and fun
Before they left the field.
They gave it to Fr. Cunningham
That hero brave and true,
For he was always at their head
And he could hurl too.
For while our priest is at our head
We will beat the world wide,
For steam you know will drive the boat
In spite of wind or tide.
So now away to Canada
A challenge is gone o’er,
From the sporting club of the Silvermines
The pride of Erin’s shore.
Let the Yankee now his courage show
And meet us any time,
For I tell you they are sporting boys,
The Club from Silvermines.
So long life to Fr. Cunningham
Long may he thrive and win,
Also the club from Silvermines
Each field that they go in.
So each true heart before we part
Fill up your cup with wine,
That we have won and shout “Well done”,
Brave boys from Silvermines