I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go – ‘The Broad Majestic Shannon’ ‘The Broad Majestic Shannon’, Shane MacGowan’s beautiful paean to his native place was in my head constantly as I wrote Strange Flowers. I claim the great man’s company humbly, only because we both found our voices in …
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