A Battle cry for the March in support of Cork hurlers.
I have, myself, full confidence that if all do their duty, if nothing is neglected, and if the best arrangements are made, as they are being made, we shall prove ourselves once again able to defend our team, to ride out the storm of war, and to outlive the menace of tyranny, if necessary for years, if necessary alone.
At any rate, that is what we are going to try to do. That is the resolve of Peoples Republic-every man (and woman) of them. That is the will of city and the county.
The county and the city, linked together in their cause and in their need, will defend to the death their native team, aiding each other like good comrades to the utmost of their strength.
Even though large tracts of Ireland and many old and famous counties have fallen or may fall into the grip of the county board Gestapo and all the odious apparatus of their rule, we shall not flag or fail.
We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in dressing rooms,
we shall fight on the pubs and bars,
we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our team, whatever the cost may be,
we shall fight on the pitches,
we shall fight on the training grounds,
we shall fight in the fields and in the streets,
we shall fight in the hills;
we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this team or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our followers beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the Peoples Republic of Cork, would carry on the struggle, until, in God's good time, a new county board, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old team.
UP THE REBLES.
Before you say it, yes i know the irony of using the above statment (for the stupid it was by Winston Churchill) but i think it captures the idea.
Did say this already, UP THE REBLES
When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?