Wexford hurling was in the doldrums it was going nowhere fast

The last time we had silverware was in the distant past

Then came the man from county Clare and Davy was his name

And since he’s been our manager we’re playing a different game.

 

We’re playing the sweeper system, an extra man at the back

The forwards are playing at mid field and starting the attack

The wing backs are running up the line to catch the diagonal pass 

And shoot the shlitor to the net,  putting the goalie one his ass.

 

So now were winning matches that we couldn’t win before.

The Dublin and the Galways we leave them on the floor

It was in the Leinster final that we laid it on the mat

We did what we couldn’t do for years we skinned the Kilkenny cat

 

Then Davy got uneasy, he was calling it a day,

The boys of Wexford had a job to convince the man to stay

The travelling  it was killing him  for that they would pay dear

But everybody knows it’s a long long way from Clare to here 

 

Now Davy is back in Wexford to finish off the job

I wouldn’t like to hazard a guess, it cost a fair few bob

For the County chairman he has a two year plan

Davy is after McCarthy and Paul is after Sam

 

Oh we’ll be dancing at the cross roads like we did in ninety six

We’ll be jumping ore the bonfire waving hurley sticks

We’ll be hanging from the rafters in every pub in Wexford town

To welcome home the boys of Wexford our heroes of renown

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Damian Cullen,

Nov 2019