Break these borders, please…
We’ve been waiting with eyes wide open – to retell a most upside wayward story
Painstakingly historicalised and, still, stood remarkably upright and proper
An industrialised town wherein the working-class people have matter of factual fact become our zeros to proud, proud heroes
We absolutely do mean to make to create the difference meanderingly within, and a behemoth river runs right through it… …
A stone’s throw up over and far away a yonder – these fabricated from necessary behaviour walls, where settled people do feel the strictly spoken of emotion captured by all
Yes: the vision is simply impeccable!
And a sleeping giant breathes heavily inundated amidst, so you do whisper to oneself and know it…
And we stand by aforementioned history either way forth
Informally formal, perhaps
Perhaps, perchance… might they reinvest in our gaining nature?
Where everything means folklore-told everything.
Brewing, tanning, distilling, corn and cotton… concentrated milling
A thrill to behold this particular locality’s modern day miracle
And you will need to find yourselves to be inescapably devoted to this established ‘Gateway to West Cork’
Heads up, slow down… ‘drown’ our past sorrows and embed yourselves in a brand new future
These stars have been spectacularly tapestried so as to capture your conscience!
Please, let it flow to the supportive core… what Richard Boyle, 1st Earl of Cork would have wished for whilst his homeland partook in a fight to hold close to its beating stop/start heart again
What is utterly theirs – yearningly, rather suddenly ours – and… FOREVER… … rightfully so.
These reenactments: borrowed, learned, listened to and gloriously showing before us all… will reinvigorate one whole town’s natural-born ability to see
What is undeniably, truthfully, beautiful
This is Bandon – war-torn warts ‘n’ all
Climb these reminiscing walls and scream it from the tips of your pressed lips