“Break these borders, please… We’ve been waiting with eyes wide open to retell a most upside wayward story
Of Bandon town. Painstakingly historicalised and, still, stood remarkably upright and proper
An industrialized town wherein the working-class people have matter-of-factual-fact become our zeros to proud, proud heroes
And we absolutely do mean to make to create the difference meanderingly within
And a behemoth does river runs right through it… .. .
A stone’s throw up over and faraway a yonder – These fabricated from necessary behavior 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.
You will need to find yourselves to be inescapably devoted to this established ‘Gateway to West Cork’ —- Heads up!! SLOW d-o-w-n… … and ‘drown’ your past sorrows and embed yourselves in a brand new future
These stars have been spectacularly tapestried so as to capture your every 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 re-enactments = borrowed, learned, listened to, and gloriously showing before us all… Will reinvigorate one whole town’s natural-born ability
To see what is undeniably, t-r-u-t-h-f-u-l-l-y … beautiful
This is Bandon war-torn warts ‘n’ all: Climb these reminiscing walls and scream it —
From the tips of your pressed lips