Dolphin Once Again
Words by J B Murphy

In the year of our Lord 1902,
We set up in the sweet port of Cork.
We togged out in a pub and became a rugby club,
And played rugby from here to New York.

We had Philo, Michael Kiernan, Jack,
Tomás and Terry  too.
The boys who died for Ireland sober.
When you stand in the crowd,
You cannot feel but proud,
We’re not the last of the Dolphin Rovers.

We’re Dolphin once again,
We’re Dolphin once again
There is no day we are not proud to say
That we’re Dolphin once again.

We’re Dolphin once again,
We’re Dolphin once again
There is no day we are not proud to say
That we’re Dolphin once again.