Ode to the Cork Ladies Footballers

29th Sep 2015

Ode to the Cork Ladies Footballers

Their Rebel hearts burn so bright, from space you can see them glow,
The Cork ladies football team, they’ve done ANOTHER five-in-a-row.

The Rebelettes, they’re up so high they really are a-flyin’,
With their chief pilot at the controls, that legend Eamonn Ryan.

His laid-back style, his lilting accent, his football brand is stylish,
He even does all his interviews in flawless, perfect Irish.

Our ladies really are the tops, we adore this Cork assembly,
They even draw a bigger bigger crowd than the FA cup over in Wembley.

With stacks of new exciting talent that never stops arriving,
Camogie and ladies football here in Cork, they’re really really thriving.#

There are young girls playing sport as old as age eleven,
Who now believe that Cork is an invincible football heaven. 

Since they were born all they've known are Rebel girls collecting cups,
Our heroes  give 100% with no excuses, no ifs or buts, 

In Burnfort and Mournabbey they're growing footballers on trees,
They're wrestling bullocks for breakfasts and kicking balls before their teas,

There used ‘be more forests out that way but they’ve had to cut them down,
With so many celebration bonfires they’ve had to light for every crown.

In fact if you do the maths and science and these Cork girls keep performing,
The only downside of all these victories is that tis murder for global warming.

And what about Rena Buckley and Briege Corkery? They are simply the best,
They’ve long overtaken Christy Ring, Henry Shefflin and the rest.

They don’t just mix it up on the big ball stage, our shining silver pearls,
They’re just as handy with the small ball when you give them both their hurls.

Sixteen All-Ireland medals each, that’s a haul that blows our mind,
These girls are just incredible, they’re not just one but two of a kind.

They’ve overtaken Kathleen Mills, a lady who won 15 for the Dubs,
In the forties she wielded her camogie stick for the Pale and different clubs.  

Although a Jackeen from Inchicore she was known from Melbourne to New York,
And it won’t surprise you very much that her dad was a hurler that came from Cork.

A few years ago when our girls got to ten we thought we’d put up a little mural,
Depicting these Gods in red jerseys, our dual star angels that come in plural.

But their stack just keeps on growing and they drive on unabashed,
Both girls aren’t even thirty yet every record they’ve gone and smashed.

So should we wait until they’ve stopped? It doesn’t look like happening anytime soon,
By the time this winning streak comes to an end, there’ll be hurling on the moon.

So God-like are our footballers and no sooner the Dubs they had broke,
A message from Rome to Cork was accompanied by white smoke.

These God-like girls must be seen in the flesh, they really give out hope,
Their impact has been so unique that we're now getting a visit from the Pope.

We heard the Pontiff is fond of watching Cork - he really wants to be a Rebel,
Apparently he’s going to time his trip for the homecoming camogie treble.

Unlike the last fella they had who was stiff and a bit too German,
We’d love to see this fella on a South Mall trailer give a little sermon.

As long as he doesn’t go on too long, like some bishops in the past,
When all us Rebels really want to hear is the likes of Eamon Ryan giving us a blast.

He can pray away, wave his hands and bless all of the medals,
But we insist that he finishes every prayer with: “Amen and up the Rebels!”