Are ye right there, Michael

Lyrics

(West Clare Railway)

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 warning
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 starting
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 coming 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 begorrah
Say it’s coming down tomorrow
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’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-gathering sticks

And while you’re breaking 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

Kilkee! you may 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 old engine is climbing
While the passengers push with a will
You’re in luck when you reach Ennistymon
For all the way home is downhill

And as you’re wobbling through the dark
You hear the guard make this remark

Are you right there, Michael, are ye right ?
Do you think that we’ll be there before it’s light ?”
It all depends on whether
The old engine holds together
And it might now, Michael, so it might, so it might
And it might, now, Michael, so it might

Clare 1

Songs of Clare


Notes



County

Clare


Songwriter

Percy French