No cavalcade when they returned,
No crowds in the arrivals hall.
Despite heroic glory earned,
They were not recognised at all.
No marching bands upon the street,
No roofless double-decker bus,
No minister for them to meet,
No press, no waving flags, no fuss.
An unbelievable display
From World Cup winning Boys in Green,
But in the Ireland of today
They slunk back to the streets unseen.
But huddled in their rugs at night,
Their dreams unravelled and unfurled
Fly up above the earth and write
That they are champions of the world.
No crowds in the arrivals hall.
Despite heroic glory earned,
They were not recognised at all.
No marching bands upon the street,
No roofless double-decker bus,
No minister for them to meet,
No press, no waving flags, no fuss.
An unbelievable display
From World Cup winning Boys in Green,
But in the Ireland of today
They slunk back to the streets unseen.
But huddled in their rugs at night,
Their dreams unravelled and unfurled
Fly up above the earth and write
That they are champions of the world.
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