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Are Ye Right There Michael

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Are Ye Right There Michael – Irish Songs

 

“Lyrics

You may talk of Columbus’s sailing
Across the Atlantical Sea,
But he never tried to go railing
From Ennis as far as Kilkee.
You run for the train in the morning.
The excursion train starting at eight.
You’re there for an hour you’ll wait.

And while you’re waiting on the train,
You’ll hear the guard sing this refrain:

Are ye right there, Michael, are ye right?
Do you think that we’ll be home before the night?
Ye’ve been so long in the startin,
That ye couldn’t say for certain’
Still ye might now, Michael,
So ye might!

They find out where the engine’s been hiding,
And it drags you to sweet Corofin;
Says the guard; Back her down on the siding,
There’s a good from Kilrush comin’ in.
Perhaps it comes in two hours,
Perhaps it breaks down on the way;
If it does, says the guard, be the powers,
We’re here for the rest of the day!

And while you sit and curse your luck,
The train backs down into a truck.

Are ye right there, Michael, are ye right?
Have ye got the parcel there for Mrs. White?
Ye haven’t, oh begorra,
Say it’s comin’ down tomorra –
And well it might now, Michael,
So it might!

At Lahinch the sea shines like a jewel,
With joy you are ready to shout,
When the stoker cries out; There’s no fuel,
And the fire is teetotally out.
But hand up that bit of a log there –
I’ll soon have ye out of the fix;
There’s fine clamp of turf in the bog there.
And the rest can go gatherin’ sticks

And while you’re breakin’ bits off trees,
You hear some wise remarks like these:

Are ye right there, Michael? Are ye right?
Do ye think that you can get the fire to light?
Oh, an hour you’ll require,
For the turf it might be drier,
Well it might now, Michael,
So it might!

Kilkee! Oh, ye’ll never get near it,
You’re in luck if the train brings you back.
For the permanent way is so queer, it
Spends most of its time off the track.
Uphill the oul’ engine is climing,
As the passengers push with a will.
You’re in luck when you reach Ennistimon,
For all the way home is downhill.

And as you’re wobbling through the dark,
You’ll hear someone make this remark:

Are ye right there, Michael? Are ye right?
Do you think that we’ll be there before it’s light?
Oh, it’s all depending whether,
The oul’ engine holds together,
But it might now”

 

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