
Sung at possibly every match
How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight, To the home of my childhood away, To the days when each patriot's vision seem'd bright, Ere I dreamed that those joys should decay, When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow, Down the Mardyke through each elm tree, Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade, On the banks of my own lovely Lee...
Can't Help Falling in Love - Cork Chant
Can't help falling in love with City - not a great recording, do you have better?
Stand Up for the Cork City Chant
If the team plays well, this is how we salute them! Pure class.
We sing this when we're winning, accompanied by the Poznan (Huddle)