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Are Ye Right There Michael
Percy French
C You may talk of Columbus's sailing Em Dm A cross the Atlantical sea C Em But he never tried to go rai ling G7 C From Ennis as far as Kil kee F C You may run for the train in the mornin' G7 C The ex cursion Train starting at eight Em You're there when the clock gives the warnin' Dm G7 C And there for an hour you'll wait Spoken Dm G7 And as you're waiting in the train Dm G7 You'll hear the guard sing this re frain C "Are ye right there, Michael Are ye right F C Dm Do you think that we'll be there before the night? F Ye've been so long in startin' C That you couldn't say for certain G7 C 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 the goods from Kilrush coming in" Perhaps in comes in in two hours Perhaps it breaks down on the way "If it does," says the guard, "by the powers We're here for the rest of the day" Spoken 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 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 no fuel And the fire's taytotally out. "But hand up that bit of log there I'll soon have ye out of the fix There's a fine clamp of turf in the bog there And the rest go a-gatherin' sticks Spoken And while you're breakin' bits of trees You'll hear some wise remarks like these "Are you right there, Michael? Are ye right? Do ye think that ye 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 you 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 it's time off the track Uphill the old engine is climbin' While the passengers push with a will You're in luck when you reach Ennistymon For all the way home is down hill