Here's the song written by Brian McMahon, courtesy of Declan Coyne:

WHO CAN BEAT THE KINGDOM SWEET?
By Brian McMahon, Listowel


The month it was October, aye, and forty six the year
When Kerry and Roscommon clashed to make the victory clear
Roscommon's captain bragged before the glorious game began
"Today we'll beat the Kingdom sweet, at horse or hound or man!"

Then up stepped Pat Bawn Brosnan from Dingle's beauteous side
"I fought" said he "with many a sea and many a raging tide,
As by the Blaskets foaming flank my fishing smack I ran
For who can beat the Kingdom sweet at horse or hound or man?

Roscommon's fields they may be sweet and soft the sheeplands there
But better far the Southerners are reared out on mountain air
And though our foes be sterling men and strive as heroes can
That none may beat the Kingdom sweet for horse or hound or man

I bid you men, remember then, the lovely hills of home
The mountains brown o'er Dingle town, Valentia in the foam
The silver Feale and sweet Tralee – Killarney's heavenly plan
For none may beat the Kingdom sweet for horse or hound or man"

Then out from all the thousands leaped a fleet Roscommon hare
His colours caught the rising sun and floated fee and fair
But then a Kerry rooster crew as only roosters can
"O, none may beat the Kingdom sweet for horse or hound or man!"

The to and fro at centrefield the tide of battle rolled
'Till Casey and Pat Kennedy roused out the green and gold
And when the final whistle blew, the cheering people ran
For none may beat the Kingdom sweet for horse or hound or man.

I pledge you "Danno" in the gap with Joe Keohane before
Pat Bawn, the Lynes and Casey brave, who led to every score
Ted Connor and Pat Kennedy – Ned Walsh to lead the van
O! Who can beat the Kingdom sweet for horse or hound or man?

The forwards too, I name them out, with "Gega" in the lead,
Batt Garvey and Dan Kavanagh, with Falvey and O'Keefe
And lovely dark-haired Paddy Burke, who thrilled each partisan.
O! Who can beat the Kingdom sweet for horse or hound or man?

I pledge you now Gus Cremin tall, that lithe Lisselton lad,
Who, fleet as deer, had gripped the sphere and drove All-Ireland mad
Who scored the final flaming point and crashed Roscommon's plan.
For who can beat the Kingdom sweet for horse or hound or man?

I pledge you last within my verse the brave and friendly foe
They're sportsmen all, who played the ball in every ebb and flow.
But though they're great, I now narrate to all Roscommon's clan-
That none shall beat the Kingdom sweet for horse or hound or man.

Regards