You could say more in a chant or a rhyme and what’s more you could hint

Everywhere I go, people always ask me: who I am, and where do I come from. And I always tell them, I’m from Dripsey, MIGHTY, MIGHTY DRIPSEY.

I rarely include the mighty, mighty Dripsey bit any more, at least not since aged eleven or so. At that time it was usually on a school-tour bus or train, sang with thirty other children. Looking back on it, maybe singing that was important. At the time, when Dripsey was in a post Mill-close slump, thirty school children singing the EVERYWHERE WE GO-OH chant on the way to Bunratty Castle (“Here’s a pound to spend, bring back the change.” “Thanks Mama.”), was a powerful statement of identity.

There was something about that non-standard bus trip, the moment where it turned left when it should have turned right and suddenly struck out into uncharted territory, high above ditches that had normally blocked your view, that made it necessary to state who we we-ere and where we came from. It wasn’t the only chant or song. There were dirty ones too. Dirty back then usually involved furtive mentions of faeces, farts, or people’s ‘bits’ and a tragedy involving someone who was innocently going about their business.