Excerpt from the story Opening Acts:

…For ten minutes or so they just played around, fumbling really, trying to find a bit of harmony, until Shirley yelled over from the bar: “Why don’t youz find yourselves a song in all that noise.”

“Ok, well, that sounds like a request to me,” Martin said, “follow along with me and give us some lyrics, would ya’ son?”

It was only a few minutes after that when they were chiming like church bells, and Bryan was singing:

And I heard ye now/

come calling to me/

from the abbey ground/

beyond the sea/

and the companion cries/

of the wailing shes/

who’d lost their loves/

in the troubled eighties.

–Danny Grosso