Grant me O Lord, a hurler’s skill,

With strength of arm and speed of limb

Unerring eye for the flying ball

And courage to match whate’er befall

May my stroke be steady, and my aim be true

My actions manly and my misses few

No matter what way the game may go

May I rest in friendship with every foe

When the final whistle for me has blown

And I stand at last before God’s judgement throne

May the great referee when he calls my name

Say, you hurled like a man; you played the game.