Are Ye Right There Michael

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 when the clock gives the warnin'

And there for an hour you'll wait

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 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 goods 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's tee-totally 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 go a-gatherin' sticks.

And while you're breakin' bits of 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.