They wear green
And they are beautiful
And their hearts are filled with love
They're as pure as any lilly
And as gentle as the dove
They'll sing and cheer in harmony
Till their throats are cracked & sore
But there is no doubt
You'll hear them shout
When Jackie's heroes score
Too-ra-Loo Too-ra-Loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
What- ever they do
They'll come from Dublin And from Cork, from
dear old Done gal,
From London, Boston, and New York,
From anywhere at all,
From Parramatta to Fermoy,
Stra bane to Skibe reen
(And will) the shout go up
When the World Cup
Is raised on Stephens Green
(Yes it will)
Too-ra-Loo Too-ra-Loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
What- ever they do
Whistle Instrumental Same as Verses
Too-ra-Loo Too-ra-Loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
What- ever they do
Too-ra-Loo Too-ra-Loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
What- ever they do
And when we're there in Italy
On Sar dinia's sunny shore
We'll be the boys you'll want to see
The boys you'll all a- dore
We'll play like perfect gentlemen
To win, to lose, to draw
For we're here to take the World Cup
To Paddy's shamrock shore
Chorus x3 till Fade