The Rooting for Leinster GAA Football Thread..

[Dinny Breen]

Sick of the Northern Chip, the Munster arrogance or the Connacht poor mouth well this is the thread for you, support your Leinster brethren here...Stand behind the Harp!!!!

First up Antrim v Kildare.

Up the Flourbags....

[AZOffaly]

Come on the Flourbags is right. Up Leinster _GAA

[Jinxy]

Leinster rocks!

[Donnellys Hollow]

........The winter it is past
And the summer's come at last
And the small birds they're singing in the trees..........

[Dinny Breen]

...Their little hearts are glad,
oh but mine is very sad,
For my true love is far away from me.......

[ardmhachaabu]

.....And straight I will repair
To The Ould Lammas Fair
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear......

[Kerry Mike]

Leinster Ladyboys !!

[fearglasmor]

Why did CúChulainn wear a dress ?

[Jinxy]

Goooooooooooooooooooo Leinster!

[mayogodhelpus@gmail.com]

Rooting for Leinster, ha ha, after living in Australia, I thought this was the big Eastern Seaboard Orgy Thread.

To be honest I can't understand why ye West Brits are playing real football anyways, isn't the World Soccer Ball Championships on right now, thought ye be watching that 

[mayogodhelpus@gmail.com]

Why did CúChulainn wear a dress ?

Because he was born in Louth 

[Donnellys Hollow]

The first thing I can remember
Is the 7th of May 1945
At the back of Donnelly's Hollow
The night before
Pa Connolly drove the Roadstone lorry
Into the Seven Springs
And St. Brigid started rollin' out the Tintawn
Across the Curragh of Kildare
Then I woke up one morning
It was after gettin conscripted into the altar boys
I was ringin  the bells and swingin  the thurible
Sure the smell of the incense
Would remind you of the inside of an Arab's tent
And no sign of Ghaddafi nowhere
In those days Down in Newbridge Co. Kildare
An altar boy would get a pound for a funeral
Two pound for a wedding
And a good kick up in the arse
If he didn't put enough wine in the chalice at the early mass.
Ah!"Ita Missa Est" says Rose
"Gloria Tibi Domine" says I
I didn't know you had to have the Latin
To get into Templemore
I love to hear the old bit of Latin
The old Tridentine
"Kyrie Eleison"
I can't stand them Folk Masses
All them trendy priests trippin' over each other
To sing ballads at half time in the Bingo
Sure the Nine First Fridays never killed anyone
   
Well! The next thing I knew, Rose
I was servin' me time to be
A corner boy up in the Curragh Camp
I was trying to teach the sheep how to talk Irish
Then I got a job selling lambs balls to mushroom farmers
that couldn't afford horseshite
One day I was walkin' across the Curragh of Kildare
And I fell into an officer's mess
I ended up in the F.C.A.
Squarebashin' around the wet canteen
Until the commanding officer heard
That me Granny once confessed
To a fellow whose Sister's brother in law was
Married to a man whose first cousin used to fill
Hot water bottles for Patrick Sarsfield before the Battle of Clongorey
I had to go on the run.
   
I ran so fast that I ended up in Paddington
A million miles away from Mary Horan's

[Main Street]

Goooooooooooooooooooo Leinster!

Say it out loud,
"GO ON THE DUBS".

[Dinny Breen]

Right we had a 100% return this week which is what we would expect from our province, next week we have The Jacks, The Swampsiders, The Larries, The Biffs, The Flourbags  and The Yellow Bellies all in action.  The Larries and The Yellow Bellies have the hardest fixtures so we should focus our legions of support on these two battalions.


These five long quarters I have been weaving
and for my weaving I was paid down.
I bought a shirt in the foremost fashion,
all for to walk up thro' Longford town.
I walked up and thro' Longford city,
where Nancy's Whiskey I chanced to smell.
I thought it fun for to go and taste it,
these five long quarters I've liked it well.

[Dinny Breen]

We are the boys of Wexford,
Who fought with heart and hand
To burst in twain the galling chain
And free our native land.

In comes the captain's daughter,
The captain of the Yeos,
Saying "Brave United Irishmen,
We'll ne'er again be foes.
A thousand pounds I'll bring
If you will fly from home with me,
And dress myself in man's attire
And fight for liberty."