Poetry about our band

ne of our Members, Mr. John Cairns, is a fine poet, having some of his works published.  Here are three of his poems about the band.
The Contest
Our Special Day
Our Trip to Scotland

Here is a new poem written by Arlene McPherson about the band.
The Hamiltons


The Contest

Our March we thought we played with style
And then we had to wait a while,
We then went on with our selection
To do our best was our intention,
A confident start with 'Aces High'
The tuning went,oh why, oh why?
And as we played the Sound of Music
The conductor thought that we would loose it,
We soldiered on with Marinarella
An overture by some young fella
To please the judge and to impress
And then we had to be assessed,
The others played, we went to eat
To get a pint was such a treat
A certain woman her name was Jenny
Thought we had come from Letterkenny,
She chatted to our Mr. Wright
But did she want him for the night?
He tried in vain to get away
But Jenny thought that he should stay
Our time was up, we had to go
Down to the hall were we would know
The last band played the thanks were paid
The adjudicator said he enjoyed the day
But now the time had really come
When we would know if we had won
But not today, not in the race
The band again had missed first place.
Our hearts were low we didn't like
But still we had to hear what's right
A third we got for 'Florentiner'
The march we thought could be a winner.

John Cairns (May '98)

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Our Special Day

It was in the year of ninety six
A year we won't forget
When we all stood in the battlefield
At Somme in sunny France
The Hamiltons' a band of fame
Are very proud of this their name
Recalled in silence and of thought
Of what their past had really bought
It was an awful bloody war
When lives were lost it seemed so far
The Derrys'from our lovely land
All joined together man by man.
To war they went, with one good thought
To come home safe and so they fought
But what they really did not know
Is where the bombs would really blow.
Around the Drum we gathered round
For this we knew was hallowed ground
The Bread and Wine for Communion set
Our silent prayer, "lest we forget"
And then right to the Ulster Tower
For this was built because of war
"Old Comrades" was the march we played
On this our very special day.

John Cairns (July 1996)
Having attended the 75th Anniversary of the Battle of the Somme,
in France with the Hamilton Flute Band, Londonderry.

Selected for publication in "Memories of the Millennium"
(The Best Poems and Poets of the 20th Century)
from examination of over 1.2 million poems submitted

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Our Trip to Scotland

We arranged to meet at half past nine
The weather forecast was just fine
We all met up to go away
To Scotland on that sunny day
With Ulsterbus we drove away
The drive to Larne was slow that day
We didn't know, we didn't ask
But Paddy he was caught at last
His speed we understand was clocked
At fifty nine when he was stopped
The fine we heard was mighty steep
With points against his driving sheet
But soon we stopped at Ballyclare
To pick up one who was to say
We're going to win, you've practiced hard
So do your best and we'll go far
To Larne we went and disembarked
Some went for tea while Robert marked
The forms to let us on the boat
And then he told us all to note
The time to board and where to be
So we could cross the Irish sea.
In Scotland now, we journed on
Our first stop, soon the pies were gone
Back on the bus to East Kilbride
The Royal Stuart and then inside
Some went to sleep, some to the bar
And some were glad they came so far
We made it here with little fuss
We're glad that Paddy drove the bus.

John Cairns (May'98)

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THE HAMILTONS
(1856 - 2000)

In the year of 1856, musicians formed a band
And called themselves the Primrose Flute, The greatest in the land.
Then later they renamed it after Britain's famous Queen
Victoria was on the throne, The longest reign there's been.
And finally after one more change, the HAMILTON was born
They took the name from noble stock, The Duke of Abercorn.

In 1914 men signed up as the great war it began
The band thought they would do their bit; and joined up "to a man".
With Inniskilling Fusiliers in Finner Camp they trained
Became the regimental band of "DERRYS", Fame was gained
They served in many battle zones 'midst bullet, gas and bomb',
And carved their name with those who fell at the Battle of the Somme.

When peacetime came the members said they'd build themselves a hall
Their home was down in Moore Street - A home for one and all.
They served it well till "Troubles" came; with danger all around;
And Terrorist activity then razed it to the ground.
The band was not downhearted and found a place in town
To carry on their practice and soon they won reknown.

Will Pomeroy conducted them, They entered senior grade,
And continued to make progress on platform and parade.
And then in 1993 to London they did go,
Invited to take part in the prestigious Lord Mayor's Show.
In Airdrie in the nineties, they won best overall,
Conducted by Nigel Cairns, the band sure "had a ball"

It might have rained. But nothing dampened spirits on that day.
They represented Londonderry, they were truly on their way.
Next came county Mayo, and then the Ulster Tower,
Then they played in Brussels - But which was their finest hour'!

No doubt further honours will be won by this great band.
Who bring pride to our fine city and are known throughout the land.
A name that means much talent, but also lots of fun.
Good luck for the future - Good luck to HAMILTON.

By Arlene McPherson - August 2000.

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