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ST. PATRICK'S ATHLETIC



We are the Shed End, Shed End Invincibles,
We are mental and we are mad,
We are the loyalist football supporters,
The world has ever had,
We are the Shed End, Shed End Invincibles

Oh when the Saints,
Go marchin in,
Oh when the saints go marchin in,
I wanna be in that number,
When the Saints go marchin ,
Oh when the Saints (oh when the saints)
Go marchin in (go marchin in)
Oh when the Saints go marchin in
I wanna be in that number
When the Saints go marchin

In dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet molly Malone
As she wheeled her whell barrow
Through the streets broad and naroow
Crying (clap clap clap)
Patricks

When we’re away in the Blue
We’ll kick the shit out of you
We’ve got the class and the skill
It’s just like watching Brazil
When we’re at home in the red
We only score in the shed
Oh we’re just to good to be true
We’ll kick the shit out of you
Singing
De de de de de de de deh
We love you Patricks
Our hearts are red’n’white
We love you Patricks
We’re gonna sing all night
So bring your Boh, Shels and Rovers to In-chi-core

By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young man calling;
"Michael they are taking you away".
For you stole Travylen's corn,
so the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.
Chorus:
Low lie the fields of Athenry,
where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing,
we had dreams and songs to sing.
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.

Hail, Hail the Pats are here,
what the hell do we care,
what the hell do we care?
Hail, Hail the Pats are here, what the hell do we care now?
For it's a grand old team to play for
and it's a grand old thing to sing.
And if you don't your history.
Well it's enough to make your hearts go oh, oh, oh, oh.
We don't care what the animals sing,
what the hell do we care?
For we always know that there's gonna be a show
and the Pats will be there

Sharon's kid is illegitimate;
She has got no birth certificate.
He's got aids and can't get rid of it,
he's a junkie bastard.

Hey, Hey Ollie.
Oh ahh,
I wanna know o-oh oh oh
Whats it like in jail

Who’s that knockin on the window?
Who’s that bangin on the door?
It’s Fenlon and his boys making all the fucking noise
Cause they can’t beat the Patricks anymore

Who’s that lying on the carpet?
Who’s that on the floor?
It’s Ollie on his back, having a massive heart attack,
Cause he can’t beat the Patricks any more.

Take me home,
To the place, where I belong,
Mountjoy prison, Dublin 7 (cell 9)
Fuck off home, Ollie Byrne

When I was just a little boy,
I asked my mother what will I be?
Will I be rovers or will I be Pats?
Here’s what she said to me,
Wash your mouth with soap,
And go get your Father’s gun,
Shoot some rovers scum,
Shoot some rovers scum.

Tell all the Bohs ye know
paul keegan is better than Crowe
Simon Webb is a cunt an
molloy is better than Hunt
And you’ll never win 2 in a row

On the final day
You threw the league away
We heard yiz crying out in Bray
When yiz threw the league away

There’s only one Liam Kelly
He scores goals like Ravenilai
He’s got greasy hair but we don’t care
Walking in a Kelly wonderland

Tell all the Bohs ye know
Phili Hughes is better than Crowe
Simon Webb is a cunt
Oso’s better than Hunt
And you’ll never beat 2 in a row

In a defensive 4some
He is simply awesome
From a corner he will score some
It’s Colm Fol-ey
De De Deh (clap clap)De De Deh(clap clap)
De De Deh
De De Deh

There’s only 1 Trevor molloy
He shoots the scum on the volley
From the side to intensive care
Walking in a molloy wonderland

Ding a ling a ling
It’s Darragh Maguire
Ding a ling ding ding

He’s red
He’s white
He knows the hoops are shite
It’s Willie Burke

De de de deh
De de de deh
De de de ­deh
He’s T