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!!