A loyalist song well known to anyone residing in Norn Iron, as well as to many people in Scotland, particularly Glasgow
It was old but it was beautiful, and the colours they were fine,
It was borne at Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and the Boyne,
And me father wore it in his youth in the bygone days of yore,
And on the 12th I love to wear the sash my father wore.
Look at that whore she musta fell out of the ugly tree, hit every branch and twig on the way down, smacked her head on the ugly rocks, got mauled by the ugly bear, dragged through the ugly forest, tossed in the ugly river and floated out towards the ugly sea