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[C]You may talk of Columbus's sailing
A[Em]cross the Atlantical [Dm]sea
But [C]he never tried to go rai[Em]ling
From
[G7]Ennis as far as Kil[C]kee
You may [F]run for the train in the [C]mornin'
The ex[G7]cursion Train starting at[C]
eight
You're there when the clock gives the [Em]warnin'
And[Dm] there for an [G7]hour you'll[C] wait
(Spoken)
And [Dm]as you're waiting[G7] in the train
You'll[Dm] hear the guard sing this re[G7]frain
"Are ye[C]
right there, Michael Are ye right
Do you [F]think that we'll be [C]there before the [Dm]night?
Ye've been[F] so long
in startin'
That you [C]couldn't say for certain
Still ye might now,[G7] Michael, so ye[C] 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
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Are You Right There Michael 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 may run for the train in the mornin'
The excursion Train starting at eight
You're there when the
clock gives the warnin'
And there for an hour you'll wait
(Spoken)
And as you're waiting in 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 there before the night?
Ye've been so long in startin'
That you 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 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
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