[2] An imposing monument to Orr, erected by local Freemasons in 1831, is sited in the Templecorran cemetery near Ballycarry, in memory of the great Mason and Ulster Weaver Poet.
How calm an' cozie is the wight, Frae cares an' conflicts clear ay, Whase settled headpiece never made, His heels or han's be weary!
Perplex'd is he whase anxious schemes Pursue applause, or siller, Success nor sates, nor failure tames; Bandied frae post to pillar Is he, ilk day
This is my locker, yon'ers Jock's, In that aul creel, sea-store is Thir births beside us are the Lockes My uncle's there before us; Here hang my tins an' vitriol jug, Nae thief's at han' to meddle 'em L—d, man, I'm glad ye're a' sae snug; But och!
Aince mair luck lea's us (plain 'tis now A murd'rer in some mess is) An English frigate heaves in view, I'll bail her board, an' press us Taupies beneath their wives wha stole, Or 'mang auld sails lay flat ay, Like whitrats peepin' frae their hole, Cried 'is she British, wat ye, Or French this day?'