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1. Holidays Are Here Again

   

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   The holidays are here again, the sun is shining bright,
   And everything moves merrily from morning until night;
   Give up your business worries and drop all care or fuss,
   And enjoy a day of pleasure of McGauran's famous bus.

   It's six o'clock, get up at once, a knock comes at the door,
   The servant shouts "It's coming, sir," now stop that dreadful snore;
   Then dress yourself in neat attire, and take a hasty snack,
   But do not wait to light your pipe until you're coming back.

   The crowd stands waiting cheerfully, we hear the horn sound,
   And punctual as usual, the bus comes swing round;
   A single step, and we're inside, secure from sun or rain,
   And thinking only of the day McGauran comes again.

   Now, as I mounted up the step, a lady turned round,
   And said I stood upon her dress while talking in the ground;
   The accusation startled me: "Excuse me, Miss," said I,
   "You seem to me mistaken, as I do not step so high."

   Just take a look inside the bus and see the jolly crowd,
   And hear the merry laughter ring, I'm sire you will feel proud;
   There's sick and John, and Pat and Tom, and little Jemmie, too,
   There's Bridget, Mary Kate, and Anne, in green and white and blue.

   There's beauty and there's fashion, there is harmony and wit,
   There's wispering and there's mashing, until the lamps are lit.
   There's singing and there's dancing, with music of the best,
   There's sly and artful [?] - the ladies know the rest.

   There's a councillor from [?] hill, and a dress-maker from Cloone,
   A carpenter from Gorvagh, and a lady from Adoon;
   A shoemaker form Carrick, and a girl from Drumcong,
   A stone-cutter from Keadue, so now we shan't be [?]

   We got some other visitors from others part as well,
   An engineer from Holyhead,a typist from Clonmel,
   A Civic Guard from Waterford, a cook from County Clare,
   And a pretty nurse from Jervis Street, I'm sure I saw her there.

   Now look around and you can see the comfort and the [?]
   That you'll enjoy in sitting there. no matter how you're placed'
   There's armchairs and sofas, there's cushions and there's rugs,
   And if anyone is grumbling, we must only call them mugs.

   As we glided through Drumshanbo, we got many a friendly nod,
   And a real Gaelic welcome from the genial Master Dodd;
   But if you want to write a book for History's future page,
   You should be at the cross-roads where we passed the Narrow Gauge.

   We halt At Mrs Cooney's to enjoy a little drop,
   Of the genuine old liquor which is always in her shop,
   And we cannot pass Tom Andy's without giving him a call.
   For if he finds you decent, he will never let you fall.

   While waiting at Arigna, Mcgauran got a 'phone,
   To send a bus to Sligo, and then on to Enniscrone,
   He wired his garage manager to take the second run,
   For everything he takes in hands he's sure to have it done.

   On coming through Drumkeeren, we were pleased to hear,
   That all were at Bundoran in the very best of cheer,
   They feel a bit excited, and have not regained their sleep,
   Since they drew some tacky tickets in the latest Dublin Sweep.

   Dromahaire and Manorhamilton are also on the line,
   And the famous bus will take you through that scenery so fine;
   Where O'Rourke, the Prince of Breffni, ruled, and the Holy Friars prayed,
   Beside the ancient Abbey, where their bones in peace are laid.

   And then to famed Bundoran, the Brighton of the West,
   Where mind and body can enjoy a calm and peaceful rest;
   The day is spent and night comes on, we're homeward bound once more, Quite rich in health and happiness, but poorer than before.

   McGauran has just now installed new electric light,
   To soften an to shorten the dismal winter's night,
   A telephone exchange, and then a radio or two,
   Will bring us all the news we want from Cork to Timbuctoo.

   Now, when you take a holiday for real sport or fun,
   Avoid the sea or aeroplane as though oyu would a gun;
   And take a safe and surest way of touring Ireland o'er,
   You'll get it from McGauran, The Garage, Ballinamore.

   

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   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English