Green Tide Rising

From the rocky shores of Galway to the Dublin city light, there's a feeling

in the breeze as there's a fire in the night. We've heard the

tales of ninety and the legends of the past. But there's a new generation and

they're moving mighty fast. Pack the bags and grab the jersey,

leave the worries at the door. 'Cause the boys in green are marching and we're

ready for the war. Can you hear the ball beating? Can you feel

the pulse begin? From the Liffey to the Shannon, let the chanting all begin.

Olé, olé, olé. We're the green tide rising high.