Those saints march on with a spirit so strong, they play the game so true
On the fields of green, they're a mighty team, with a heart that pushes through
Through rain or shine, they form the line, with a drive that's fierce and bold
The spirit of Eunans, it's ancient and true, a legacy to uphold
In every pass, in every clasp, their unity prevails
In the heart of Donegal, they answer the call, with a strength that never fails
Do the black and amber still shine in the light? Do their anthems rise in the hall?
Are the champions of Eunans, heroes in the fight, as they claim the win in the fall?
Does the roar of the crowd as they score once again make the heart of the town inflame?
And with pride, do they speak of St Eunans' name?
Do they speak of St. Eunans' in the stories they weave?
And when the tales grow tall
Yes, St. Eunans stand, in the heart of the land
Where the wild Atlantic roars
In blacks and ambers bright, under Donegal's light
They're the heroes of ancient lore
In every trial, they run the mile, with a passion that does inspire
With a Gaelic pride, they stand side by side, their determination never tires