"Ah can hear it," one cries and we all shhh and listen.
"Ah can't".
Ne'er can Ah."
But after another few minutes we do hear it, the distant boom of the drums, building layers of sound as it comes closer to us; tac-a-tactac of the side drum and the shrill flutes soaring above. The walk turns into Govan X, smart and staunchly dignified. The rabble runs alongside, roaring and raucous to the tunes of "Derry's Walls" and "The Sash My Father Wore".


A moment of silence and heads bowed at the cenotaph for the laying of wreaths, then onward past St. Anthony's with a big bang boom and up Golspie Street to double back down Langlands Road and on to KP where the union flags flutter outside The Grapes.
A moment of silence and heads bowed at the cenotaph for the laying of wreaths, then onward past St. Anthony's with a big bang boom and up Golspie Street to double back down Langlands Road and on to KP where the union flags flutter outside The Grapes.
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