To the tune of Larry O'Gaff, as used for the song "The Humours of Whiskey" on which this wee chant is based …

The telly and papers are up to their capers, in league then be japers with peelers and all
With some oul' narration 'bout stormin' the station - the true situation's not covered at all
The finger of blame is pointed again at shinners and fenians, a reprobate crew
And let us ignore that the boys to the fore were the bootboy begrudgers come down from Mourneview

It's late in the day that the peelers will say that the cause of the fray was the top of the town
They spun some oul' tale but the truth will prevail, still their colours were nailed as the story went round
They pulled the oul' wool and had some people fooled, who should have known better but quickly condemned
And suitably chastened no doubt they'll soon hasten to welcome the news that came out in the end

Don't go believing the lying, deceving and oul' smoke-screen-weaving reporters from regs
When a story is needed the truth's rarely heeded; again they've succeeded in slagging the taigs
And now they are sorry! It's little they worry, they're trying to cover their sleazy oul' backs
To hell with backstabbers, and sensation grabbers, to peddlers of bollocks and cynical hacks

To finish this ditty I think it a pity a story so shitty should ever see light
And miserable glipes would report such oul' tripe, they need an odd clipe to put their heads right
But they cannot detract from the glorious fact that the Boys Of Armagh did their bit and pulled through
And our oul' throats were raw from cheering each score and roaring like thunder Ard Mhacha Abú!