I sat on a bench in the Market Square,
My friend from Carrick by my side.
I explained how Lisburn used to be,
It was, like I was his personal guide.
I told him about watching the test match
in the window of old JC's.
And how nearly every Sunday night
The girls we loved to tease.
I told him all the shops that closed
how some had changed their names,
how we behaved in the pictures,
and how Sticky Sloan was such a pain.
I told him all about "Hector",
in the market long ago.
How Bow St. then was two-way,
that made the traffic very slow.
Then along came our wives from a shopping
They had a story, I could tell
So that ended the tour for my Carrick friend,
of the "Town I love so well"