CULLYBACKEY YIN NOUGHT YIN

CULLYBACKEY YIN NOUGHT YIN

A stranger once to our village came
He stopped and asked me, “Now what is its name?”
I said, “Cullybackey” he started to smile
I knew he was going to stay for a while
Accommodation he wanted but none could he find
With his big fancy car he looked ever so kind
There’s no B&B’s, hotels with a banner
The nearest you’d get would be Galgorm Manor
He thought he would go for a drive down the street
A lot of the locals he wanted to meet
To drive through the traffic it sure was no fun
He said with a sigh, “Can’t something be done?”
He noticed the High School up Pottinger Street
What a terrible place for children to meet
With buses and cars and bicycles too
There’s nothing that anyone really can do
We were promised a bye pass and many more things to mention
But sure we all knew it was not their intention
When brought up at the Council it’s always so funny
Just the same old excuse, “We’ve run out of money.”

Nan Anderson, August 1995

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