KNOCKBRIDGE VINTAGE DAY

The crowds have come from near and far
To recall the days of yore,
As the steam engine and the threshing mill
Come down the hill once more.

The hay was cut, the corn was reaped,
The horses ploughed the fields.
The women churned the butter
And baked bread with wheaten meal.

The men they drank the buttermilk,
And the mugs of tea with currant bread,
As they went about their business,
‘ah sure that was great they said.

The vintage cars and tractors
A sign they were to see,
There even were high nellies
And one for you and me.

And then there was the fashion show
Where the women walked the line,
With their costumes and stilettos,
Mini skirts and beehive styles.

The children and the young ones,
The likes they have never seen
As they played on bouncy castles,
With their faces painted green.

The music was provided, the Band
Played all day till dusk,
The waltzes and the quicksteps
And the slow foxtrots.

The vintage club has once again
Gone from strength to strength
And the money raised for charity
Has always been well spent.

So once again we will say goodbye for another year.

Please God, we all will meet again
and to the Vintage Club “Well Done”.