Shine on Kilkenny, we are yours.
Shine on Kilkenny, Kilkenny, we are yours.
Kilkenny, the marble city,
home sweet home to me.
See the lovers hand in hand as they walk along John's Quay.
And take me to its castle grounds, looking
over the Knorr,
flowing gracefully down to meet the river shore.
Shine on Kilkenny, we are yours.
It's home for us and home is where our hearts are nearer.
Shine on Kilkenny, we are yours.
Let's toast this land meet Lancers sky.
Just raise a glass,
all you and I. Shine on Kilkenny,
Kilkenny,
we are yours.
The county of great Hurlings Hill, the
black and amber cry.
To wear the jersey for the cats is a dream for every boy.
In Booncoin where the roses sung,
an anthem for the roar.
Shine on Kilkenny, Kilkenny, we are yours.
Shine on Kilkenny, we are yours.
It's home for us and home is where our hearts are nearer.
Shine on Kilkenny,
we are yours.
Let's toast this land meet Lancers sky.
Just raise a glass,
all you and I. Shine on Kilkenny,
Kilkenny,
we are yours.
Streets are filled with memories,
its history still remains.
In Rothaus and in Kittlers,
of Normans and the Danes.
The cathedral reaches to the sky,
the house of open doors.
Shine on Kilkenny, Kilkenny,
we are yours.
Shine on Kilkenny, we are yours.
It's home for us and home is where our hearts
are nearer.
Shine on Kilkenny,
we are yours.
Let's toast this land meet Lancers sky.
Just raise a glass, all you and I.
Shine on Kilkenny, Kilkenny, we are yours.
Shine on Kilkenny, Kilkenny,
we are yours.