The Kingdom’s Green and Gold
You say tradition counts for nought when two teams take the field,
I fear you are mistaken lad but time will make you yield;
And when your hair is as grey as mine and the years have made you old,
Then you’ll invoke the truth I spoke of the Kingdom’s Green and Gold.
You cannot box or bottle it or grasp it in your hand,
But pride of race and love of place inspire a love of land,
Time honoured is our birth right; you will never break the mould,
For its deep within the soul of us who wear the Green and Gold.
Grey lakes and mountains soaring high, Mount Brandon’s holy hill,
The little church at Gallarus, our language living still,
The Skellig Rock, stout football stock that can’t be bought or sold,
For our county’s fame we play the game in the Kingdom’s Green and Gold.
And when the battle’s fiercest and our backs are to the wall,
We stay alive, we can survive, we stumble but don’t fall,
For the spirit of our fathers and of stories yet untold,
Still ensure we will endure in the Kingdom’s Green and Gold.
We savour Kerry victories; we salute the gallant foe,
And when we lose there is no excuse, we just pack our bags and go,
So raise your glass each lad and lass, to our warriors brave and bold,
Who each year aspires to the Sam Maguire, in the Kingdom’s Green and Gold.
Garry McMahon
The Kingdom’s Green and Gold
You say tradition counts for nought when two teams take the field,
I fear you are mistaken lad but time will make you yield;
And when your hair is as grey as mine and the years have made you old,
Then you’ll invoke the truth I spoke of the Kingdom’s Green and Gold.
You cannot box or bottle it or grasp it in your hand,
But pride of race and love of place inspire a love of land,
Time honoured is our birth right; you will never break the mould,
For its deep within the soul of us who wear the Green and Gold.
Grey lakes and mountains soaring high, Mount Brandon’s holy hill,
The little church at Gallarus, our language living still,
The Skellig Rock, stout football stock that can’t be bought or sold,
For our county’s fame we play the game in the Kingdom’s Green and Gold.
And when the battle’s fiercest and our backs are to the wall,
We stay alive, we can survive, we stumble but don’t fall,
For the spirit of our fathers and of stories yet untold,
Still ensure we will endure in the Kingdom’s Green and Gold.
We savour Kerry victories; we salute the gallant foe,
And when we lose there is no excuse, we just pack our bags and go,
So raise your glass each lad and lass, to our warriors brave and bold,
Who each year aspires to the Sam Maguire, in the Kingdom’s Green and Gold.
Garry McMahon
