Fifteen young men have come out of the west,

In the land of old Erin, they sure were the best.

From Antrim to Kerry, or elsewhere you go,

You can’t beat this team from the County Mayo.

With Tom Burke in the goal- no man could deny,

He could save most of the shots, on ground or on high.

He was a marvellous goalie, and what man can say,

That Ireland could boast of a better that day.

Tall but not awkward, strong but yet thin,

Our gallant full back, we all knew as Quinn.

Many’s the full forward, this boy did well test,

‘Twas no use for them, he was the best in the west.

One of these backs stood out on his own,

Kelly was his name, but by Purty he was known.

When everything was lost could he hold the fort,

He was the best of them all- the pride of Westport.

Regan, O’Malley, Ormsby at half back,

They were safe, if not brilliant in repelling attack.

We had Flannery the fleet and Kenny the Fair,

The best two in Ireland as centre field pair.

There’s one of these forwards, you all have heard tell,

To everyone he was known as Gerald Courell.

He was a fleet as the deer, and safe was his name,

On most fields of Ireland this boy had won fame.

With attack at its hottest, and everything looked black,

And the forwards were held, just too close by the backs,

On one of these forwards you could always rely,

That was Paddy Moclair, the Castlebar boy.

There are others I’d like to mention, alas I must quit,

For I’m not a Shakespeare, you will all admit.

Was there a better team? We all chorus "no",

Than the gallant fifteen from the County Mayo.

Toor a loo toor a lay

Air: Master McGrath

"This song was given to me by the late Larry Burke, Castlebar, brother of goalie Tom Burke, on 10^th January 1989. The late Tom Burke never lost a penalty in twelve years, and was the first to wear a polo green jersey. The author of this rousing song is not known to me."