Maroon and white clad hurler,
Galway’s hero so tall and strong;
‘John Connolly is on’
They gladly shouted,
The long awaiting sideline throng;
From the dressing room he’s running,
Swinging low and swinging high
In the hunt for Galway glory
On a summer’s eve in Athenry.
(Hurling is one of Ireland's national field games.Teams are 15 players aside. Players use a hurley to strike or block the ball which is about the size of a tennis ball, made from cork with a leather cover.)
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I would like to translate this poem
nice description. Nice poem