I dreamt I'd wear the jersey
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on all Ireland final day
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I'd stand out there in Croke Park
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with a mighty part to play
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we’d come out of the tunnel
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to a great big Galway roar
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we’d have our picture taken
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head down to the goal
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we’d line up with the captain
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and march behind the band
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and when they played the anthem
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we’d face the flag above the stand
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cos me heart is in maroon and white
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I'll stick with what I know
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maroon and white forever
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no matter where I go
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and when the ball comes towards me
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I turn and head for goal
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and i stick it in the corner
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like a bullet hard and low
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and i dreamt I'd hold the medal
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so precious in my hand
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with the people all around me
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and the ghosts up in the stand
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then on Monday evening
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we’d bring the cup back home
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bonfires would be blazing
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all along the road
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cos me heart is in maroon and white
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I'll stick with what i know
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maroon and white forever
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in hailstones, rain or snow
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yes maroon and white forever
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that’s what i always say
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maroon and white of Galway
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forever and a day.
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Maroon And White Forever
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| The Saw Doctors |
