Leftie was not a great hurler
He had big trouble hitting the ball
In fact if he got too excited
He sometimes couldn't hit it at all.
He was awkward and gangling and clumsy
And not very quick in a race
And often when lifting the sliotar
He stumbled and fell on his face.
His pals often giggled and mocked him
When they trained for the school's hurling team
Leftie trained harder than any
A place on the team was his dream
But the rest of the lads were much better
And Leftie's dream didn't come true
the best he could get was a place in the subs
The last one number 22.
His school won the most of their matches
For the rest of the team 'twas great fun
But Leftie was a bit disappointed
Because he never once got a run
Then came Casement Park and the Final
But three of the lads got the 'flu
Three of the best players missing!
We'll be slaughtered - but what can we do?
In "The Park" the team hurled their hardest
But the best players were all home in bed
And try as they might with ten minutes to go
The others were two points ahead
Then Joe got a whack on the ankle
And John got a knock in the shin
Teacher said "Mary and Leftie"
"Hurry up now, Be Fast, You're both in".
Leftie went in corner-forward
Soon the ball fell at his side
He pulled hard - but he missed the sliotar
And his hurley flew out and went wide
Then with a minute remaining
A high ball came out of the air
Their full-back was as big as a mountain
Poor Leftie wished he wasn't there.
Their full-back reached up for the sliotar
To clear it downfield he was set
But Leftie's first touch with his hurley
Sent the ball to the back of the net.
It's a goal! It's a goal! And we've won it
Hear all the crowd roar and scream
Hurrah for our super sub Leftie
He's won the big match for our team.