[Verse]
As the summer comes upon us and the darkness starts to fade,
When all of the football and hurling fixtures have been made,
Tis then you'll hear the passion from the terrace and the stands,
As the wave of raw anticipation sweeps throughout the land.

From Gweedore to Bantry Bay, the county colours can be seen,
From Baltinglass and Inishmore and all that sit between,
If you dream of Liam MacCarthy or brining home big Sam,
And you bags packed with flasks or tae and sandwiches of ham.

[Chorus]
Hats and flags and headbands is the echo on the street,
As each sub is on the sideline and the crowd is on their feet,
Makes no difference if your underdogs and destined remain,
Tis the sport of giants and heroes and the blood that's in our veins.

[Verse]
Whether it be held in Crocker, Crossmaglen or Park Ri,
Or evening time in Semple with the flood lights in full swing,
You might hear my lovely Leitrim or my lovely rose of Clare,
With the power of Jonchery Seven in case we need him there.

[Chorus]
Hats and flags and headbands is the echo on the street,
As each sub is on the sideline and the crowd is on their feet,
Makes no difference if your underdogs and destined remain,
Tis the sport of giants and heroes and the blood that's in our veins.

[Verse]
So, here's a tribute Michael Cusack, you'll forever be renown,
For you set the ball in motion and that day eternal song,
And you've gave us many sporting memories names are to deform,
And a hundred thousand memories will keep forever more.

And as the curtain falls on final day and champions do be crowned,
You can bet your ass there won't be any tear to be found,
But should your team achieve their aspirations and desire,
It will leave a lasting legacy for other to aspire.

[Chorus]
Hats and flags and headbands is the echo on the street,
As each sub is on the sideline and the crowd is on their feet,
Makes no difference if your underdogs and destined remain,
Tis the sport of giants and heroes and the blood that's in our veins.

[Chorus]
Hats and flags and headbands is the echo on the street,
As each sub is on the sideline and the crowd is on their feet,
Makes no difference if your underdogs and destined remain,
Tis the sport of giants and heroes and the blood that's in our veins,
Tis the sport of giants and heroes and the blood that's in our veins.