I was at a festival in Wexford, south east Ireland last week. Among the songs was a parody of Davy Crockett singing the praises of a famous sportsman (a hurler - but don't ask me to explain that!) called Nicky Rackard, who ws in his prime when the film was released. The chorus went "Nicky, Nicky Rackard, King of the close-in free!"

It was sung by an old man in his best Sunday suit, with great animation. Magic!

Regards