Dublin man composes poem celebrating Tipperary's win over Cork in All-Ireland Final

Dublin man John Ryan has composed a poem celebrating Tipperary's monumental victory over Cork in the All-Ireland Final.

John got in contact with Tipperary Live to showcase his poetry following the 3-27 to 1-18 victory over Cork in last weekend's All-Ireland Senior Hurling Final.

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Check out John's poem below: 

The Winning of Twenty Twenty-Five

How do you do Tipperary,
Come here and let me tell to thee,
Of the sweetest of days in our history,
When Tipp bet the men from the Lee.

Cork had been starved for two decades,
No Liam since Two Thousand and Five,
Bend the knee Tipperary they told us,
Unbeknownst they'd be eaten alive.

For Tipperary had also gone hungry,
Six barren years did we pine,
Pity the team to try stand in our way,
When we came back to claim Twenty-Nine.

Every window and pole in the county,
From Roscrea down to Ballyporeen,
Was decked out in blue and gold colours,
Such a sight as has never been seen.

Cork won the League and the Munster,
And beat us in both by a street,
But the final would not yield a treble,
A reborn Tipperary they'd meet.

The papers had all reached agreement,
They predicted a rebel success,
But this didn't trouble the Premier,
Of their musings we couldn't care less.

With each game we’d only grown stronger,
In our hearts we nurtured a pride.
Whatever the Corkmen threw at us this time,
We were certain to not be denied.

The Cusack Stand and the Davin,
The Nally, the Hill and the Hogan,
Shone with more red than our own blue and gold,
But alas Cork hearts would be broken.

The rebels, they started proceedings the stronger,
By halftime they were six to the front,
But the Tipp boys had given no quarter,
And were very much still in the hunt.

The second half soon turned the tables,
Just two points would Cork add to their score,
As Tipperary got three goals and fourteen of our own,
And put the dreams of Pat Ryan to the sword.

We could scarcely believe what we witnessed,
As the rebels, they withered and died,
And the men from the ‘Mines and from Cashel,
Made it clear they would not be denied.

John McGrath of Loughmore Castleiney,
With number fourteen on his back,
Added two goals to our tally,
And lashed the Cork dream to the rack.

Nicky English, Eoin Kelly and Callanan,
We've been blessed with greats down the years,
But a young lad McCarthy from the parish of Toome,
Will now have his name said with theirs.

Not yet twenty was Darragh McCarthy,
His very first year on the team,
He hurled with a manly conviction,
And achieved every Tipperary boy's dream.

To the penalty spot he was summoned,
When John got pulled down in the square,
And lifted the net with a swing of his stick,
The rebels, they hadn’t a prayer.

Three times Cork hit the uprights,
Another came back off the bar,
And when Shelly kept out a penalty strike,
The rebel pipedream fell apart.

But Tipp’s dream was only beginning,
And as the final whistle drew near,
Noel McGrath of Loughmore got the very last score,
To crown his fantastic career.

The Cork crowd could not be consoled,
Those that hadn’t already gone home,
As Burns gave Maher Liam MacCarthy,
And Tipp proudly sang Slievenamon.

Ronan saluted the late Dillon Quirke,
A young man whom God called away,
Remembered with pride and ne’er a dry eye,
On the Premier county's great day.

We’re sorry we ever did doubt you,
Liam Cahill of proud Ballingarry,
In the darkest of times it was you turned the tide,
And brought glory back home to Tipperary.

County Cork don't lose faith in your hurlers,
Tis not a question of if but of when,
Sport is like life, with its trouble and strife,
But there's no doubt that you’ll rise again.

Off home to Thurles we journeyed,
Semple was full to the gate,
The home of our game never saw such a night,
Our most cherished victory to date.

We've had wins in the past and we pray many more,
But we know for as long as we’re alive,
There won't be another to swell our proud hearts,
Like the winning of Twenty Twenty-Five.