Along the winding road I go
Past the farmer’s fields
Buttercups and daisies swaying in the breeze
Birds are chirping merrily in the early morning sun
My heart is beating joyfully as I walk along with my gun
Soon I come to my favourite spot beneath Craigantlet hills
My friends already gathered there
To demonstrate their skills
I hear their voices soft and low
Their laughter rings so fair
As each in turn takes his stand with the fun
And shatters the clays in the air
The day is growing short now
The cartridges are low
The trappers getting tired
Soon we’ll have to go
We clear the field of broken clays
Pack the trap into the van
Arrange to meet another day
At Ballynahinch or Hollow Farm
I bade my friends a fond farewell
And watch them go their way
And I turn back down the winding road
I trod earlier that day
The sights and sounds of the shoot
That day will be forever on my mind
And my heart will never ever forget
The friends I leave behind
Dedicated to David Vance
By Mrs J Burns
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