Beneath the heights where craggy Cavehill soars

Astride the Lagan’s slothful wand’ring tide

The city sprawls up to the lough-side shores

Where Samson and Goliath sentry bide

 

The bustle of the gently teeming crowd

Belie bad times that led them such a dance

As years of troubles saw them cowed and bowed

And creeping through the streets with looks askance

 

Now confidence returns and so despair

Is ousted by the hopes of better time

Where characters resume their innate flair

In reclaiming natural paradigm

 

With joy unbound; it’s great to see it back

And join with them just to enjoy the craic.