Tha Ulstèr-Scotch Leid Societie, mintit at giein a heft tae tha Ulstèr-Scotch leid, oor ain hamelt tongue

Dunloy

DUNLOY

The glarry forth waits ower abain
Wat boags streetched braid alang the Maine.
Frae ether side their horses gaen
ae Caffle's shap;
Then Paddy tuk an Rabble taen
A canny drap.

'A wudn't mind a mare like that,'
Pat said. Qu' Rab, 'Ay so.'

The yin wat clie haps up the deed,
The dark lang hame o ether creed;
An then, quait-crakkin nighbers, they'd
Wak fort thegither,
Tae keep ootby or boo the heid,
Quait-minin ither.

A hope he's happy now,' says Pat;
An Rab alloos, 'A know.'

James Fenton 2009


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