(crowd chattering)
(children clamoring)
(lively march playing)
Oh, no.
The Northern Irish
are also having a parade.
Two kinds of
Irish people?
What are they
fighting over,
who gets to sleep
in the bathtub?
Actually, those Prots
and Cathies
have hated each other
for centuries.
(sighs)
It always comes down to
transubstantiation
versus consubstantiation.
(growling, muttering)
Stop it! Both of you!
You have a common land,
a literature
and the sweetest songs on Earth.
♪ Toora loora loora ♪
♪ Toora loora lie ♪
♪ Hush, my little baby ♪
♪ Hush, now don't you cry ♪
♪ Toora loora loora ♪
♪ Toora loora lie ♪
ALL:
♪ Toora loora loora ♪
♪ It's an Irish ♪
♪ Lullaby ♪
(all chattering)
(grunts)
(clamoring)
Oh, no! Without the booze,
these guys all remember
how much they hate each other!
