Alison … Liam here! Chubby cheeks, wry smile, wee hat cocked rakishly. I've hastily rewritten a song with which I'm most associated, although it was of course written by Ripley … sorry, I mean Eric … Bogle. The original would have a wee resonance for you in your current location. But I'm sure that this version will resonate even more! THE BAND PLAYED LILLIBULLERO When I was a young man, each twelfth of July We'd march wherever we chose to Our banners and flags, we would carry them high There was never a road we were closed to Then the fenians got cocky and said "Billy boys We don't like your swagger, we don't like your noise Your intimidation, in fact, we despise" And they sent us back home to Drumcree And the band played Lillibullero As we pitched our oul' tents on the hill By the end of the year we thought we'd be clear But some boys are livin' there still Boom boom!!
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