THA QUARE DAY OOT

Mae earliest memory o tha Twalth o July

Was a wairm day oot in Bushmill

We got thar early whun thar was few aboot

But in nae tim it stairted tae fill

Banners went by iz, flutterin in tha breeze,

Tha great lambegs rattled oot thar rouls

Orangemen gouled an waved at tha watchers

An maun they wur lukkin lake gye heppy souls.

Flutin bands blawed tunes A know'd

Pipers played a Highland tune

Fer a youngster o only ten year oul

A felt lake tha furst maun that stepped oan tha moon.

Last year A tuk tha road bak tae Bushmill

An seen it again as a maun

Thar were that mony fowk aboot thon place

A cud hardly sit nir stan

It wus great tae enjoy tha great day oot,

An A'll bae bak at it again nixt year

Fer it med mae proud tae waak this time

Wie tha yins A'll aye houl dear.