„From Belfast town, I’m on my way.
On a ship that was built for suill astray.
Oh I leave my friends and the land where I was born
And I won’t come back til me corps it is payed.
And I served my time with the iron men
And I know good times and work a plenty
But there’s no work now
In these trouble times
And the shipyards slips there lie empty.“
The Shipyard Slips I Karen Casey, John Doyle
