[Verse]
Hurlers go a marching out upon the field,
Hurlers' banners flying, floating in the breeze,
See them stepping gaily, quickly clear the way,
For the sporting challenge will soon be underway.

[Chorus]
Apples, pears and chocolates, colours of the day,
Tickets, touts and tricksters, lining all the way,
Fiddlers on the sidewalks, hurlers in the ditch,
Know the game far better than players on the pitch.

[Verse]
The rival crowd is cheering, game is underway,
Each side now is hoping their team wins the day,
Hear the ash a-clashing, hear the mighty roar,
Puller and excitement as each team will score.

[Chorus]
Apples, pears and chocolates, colours of the day,
Tickets, touts and tricksters, lining all the way,
Fiddlers on the sidewalks, hurlers in the ditch,
Know the game far better than players on the pitch.

[Verse]
Then there's celebrations for the winning side,
For their celebrations, what there may betide,
So lift up your glasses, boys, we'll drink a toast,
The ancient sport of hurling, the game we like the most.

[Chorus]
Apples, pears and chocolates, colours of the day,
Tickets, touts and tricksters, lining all the way,
Fiddlers on the sidewalks, hurlers in the ditch,
Know the game far better than players on the pitch.