BEAGH G.A.A. ClUB
Est. 1870

Grant me O'Lord a hurlers skill

With strength of arm and speed of limb

Unerring eye for the flying ball

and courage to match whate'er befall

May my stroke be speedy and my aim be true

My actions manly and my misses few;

No matter what way the game may go

May I rest in friendship with every foe

And when the final whistle for me has blown

And I stand at last before God's judgment throne,

May the great referee when he calls my name

Say, you hurled like a man, you played the game