(With sincere apologies to Paddy Tunney, the Three Irish Tenors, and any other disgruntled Irishman who may want to kick my ass after reading this.)
Oh Danny Rose, the Shamrock lads are coming
To White Hart Lane, from Irish countryside.
The summer's gone, Europa glory beckons;
Please do your best and show your Cockerel pride.
Remember well, that thund'rous Arsenal volley;
The crowd exults, and screams "OHHHHWHATTAGOAAAAAL"
We wish the same against these Irish collies,
Oh Danny Rose, oh Danny Rose, we love you so
Oh Danny Rose, we need your keen assistance
Your darting runs to spell dear B-A-E
We know of course, that you can score from distance;
At least there won't be Pav to shoot it to Row Z.
The Shamrock Rovers shouldn't be no trouble
We'll go and kick them in their Lucky Charms
You'll show them how we do things here in London
And send them whimpering back to their potato farms
Oh Danny Rose, the Lilywhites are calling
Please hold the line against these Irish saboteurs
Oh Danny ROOOOOOOOSE, if you read this you'll be lolling...
We love you Danny Rose, and Come On All You Spurs!
We love you Danny ROOOOOOOOSE… and Come On All You SPUUUUUUURS!
(Och. Me eyes be all misty.)
BONUS -- for those who aren't familiar with the song.