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Wor keel it lay dry on a sand near the Key,

An' it happen'd as how that aw had nowt te de;

The bells began ringin just when it struck Ten,

An' they sed that it was for the Loyal Orangemen.

Derry down, &c.

Aw on t' the Key iv a deuce iv a hurry,

An' brak byeth me shins cummin ower a whurry;

But aw haddent time to mind them tho' they smarted sare,

For the Purcession was just comin oot iv a chare. Derry down, &c.

Aw thowt that aw'd seen bonny seets i' my time,

'Mang wor lads that are reckon'd the pride o' the Tyne;

When they get theirsels drest i' wor heed-meetin day,

Wiv a band o' musicianors afore them to play.

Derry down, &c.

But the forst seet aw see'd put maw pipe oot, aw's shure,

'Twas a canny au'd mannie that mairch'd on afore;

Wiv a sword iv his hand, a cock'd hat on his heed,

An' the bonniest new claes on that ever aw see'd.

Derry down, &c.

There was colours, and candles, and gilt things galore,

An' things that aw ne'er see'd the like on afore;

An' sum douce-leukin cheps that war aw dress'd i' black,

But they every yen had a cow's horn on his back.

Derry down, &c.

The fine things they com on se thick and se fast,

That aw cuddent tell what was forst or what last;

An' aw see'd a queer man that the folks call'd a preest,

An' four cheps swettin under a greet goolden kist.

Derry down, &c.

Aw laugh'd, an' aw gurn'd, an' aw gov a greet shoot,

An' aw dang a' the bairns an' the au'd wives aboot;

But maw booels were put in a dismal confloption,

When aw see'd sum cheps cum wiv a bairn's bonny coffin.

Derry down, &c.

Aw was in sad consarnment, as ye may be shure,

For a barryin like this, wey aw ne'er see'd afore;

For the morners war drest up wiv sashes an' ribbins,

An' the band play'd as thof they war gaun tiv a weddin.

Derry down, &c.

Aw says tiv a man, says aw, 'Sor, if ye please,

Can ye tell us whe's deed?' an' he civilly says,

'Whe's deed aw divent knaw, but as far as aw reckin,

It's the De'il or yen Pop that they hev i' thon coffin.'

Derry down, &c.

Aw met wor Pee Dee when aw gat tiv the jail,

He says, 'Let's intiv the chorch, can ye clim o'er the rail?

For there's lasses wi' fine Orange ribbins gaen in,

An' that hatchet-fyec'd wife says they're gannin te sing.'

Derry down, &c.

Aw says te the lad. 'Aw's be in iv a crack!'

But a cunstibbel says, 'Man! yor fyece is se black,

That if ye gan in—it's the truth aw declare,

Ye'll be taen for Au'd Nick, and they'll barry ye there.'

Derry down, &c.

So aw see'd ne mair, but aw hard the folks say,

That they'd cum agyen on sum other day;

So aw said tiv wor lad, 'Wey we've seen a grand seet,

An' we'll drink aw their hilths agyen Setterday neet.'

Derry down, &c.