A Hurlers Prayer
Oh God! Please grant that when this life I’ll yield
That in heaven you’ll have a hurling field;
With goalposts white and a green field grand
And sunny days and a grand pipe band.
And maybe, God, a singer or two
To lilt a ballad for me and you.
Then all I’d wish is to spend each day
Watching all the great hurlers play.
With Ring and Mackey and Rackard too
And Semple and Lory to name a few.
To watch Scanlon or Daly mind the net.
You’ll promise too it won’t be wet.
Ten year tickets, they will not be
Your ones will be for eternity
No corporate funding you’ll require
For who was it said, "God loves a trier".
Where every one is the same as you
In red or white or gold or blue
Your field dear Lord will have a mighty stand
To hold the people from every land;
Jew and Gentile, Pole and Moor,
For the kings and queens and the humble poor;
Put St Patrick on the gate
For the new arrivals might be late
So line the field and cut the grass
I know some day it will come to pass
When all will go to the final game
Where rich and poor will be the same
By Jack Ryan