SONGBOOK - YOUNG MUNSTER ANTHEM


Ferkie Lynch the three-quarter lay dying
The ball it was under his head
The forwards around him crying
And these were the last words he said
"Wrap me up in me ol' football jersey
And bury me deep in Thump's field
The backs and forwards were a queer lot
They need all our prayers in the Shield".

Beautiful Beautiful "Munsters"
Star of my soul fade away.
I sigh when I think of Young Munster
With whom I played many a game

Dublin can boast of Old Wesley,
Cork of the College and "Con",
But Limerick can boast of Young Munster,
whose best games are yet to be seen.

Beautiful Beautiful "Munsters"
Star of my soul fade away.
I sigh when I think of Young Munster
With whom I played many a game

Now there was Bohs in red, UCC,
Garryowen are the boys in blue,
With Sundays Well, "Twould be hard to tell,
What the Dolphin boys would do,
and Cons all white made a right good fight,
In the final well they showed,
But they all gave it up, for the Bateman Cup
Was won by the Yellow Road.

Then cheer, boys cheer, for our fifteen
Of Black and Amber fame,
We're a true home team, and have always been,
and we're proud of Young Munster name
Their task well done, their victory won,
All glory to them is owed,
And we'll sing our song, sing it all day long,
sing hurrah for the Yellow Road.

You can go up to the Bombin' Field on Sunday,
watch the young boys go out to train,
Sure it would make an old man about sixty,
play the game over again.