(Terry Woods and Spider Stacy)
They wear green
And they are beautiful

And their hearts are filled with love
They're as pure as any lily
And as gentle as the dove

They'll sing and cheer in harmony
Till their throats are cracked & sore
But there is no doubt

You'll hear them shout
When Jackie's heroes score


Too-ra-loo Too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do


They'll come from Dublin
And from Cork, from dear old Donegal,

From London, Boston, & New York,
From anywhere at all,
From Parramatta to Fermoy,

Strabane to Skibereen
(And will) the shout go up
When the World Cup

Is raised on Stephens Green
(Yes it will)


And when we're there in Italy
On Sardinia's sunny shore
We'll be the boys you'll want to see

The boys you'll all adore
We'll play like perfect gentlemen
To win, to lose, to draw

For we're here to take the World Cup
To Paddy's shamrock shore