Buncrana train


Some people like to have a drive while others like to row
Young people getting up in life, a courting they do go
But if the evening does keep fine and does not threaten to rain
Sure I’d prefer a trip to Fahan on the Buncrana train.

For Crockett he’s the driver and Bonner he’s the guard
And if you have your ticket, all care you can discard
Let you be a fop or a summer swell, to them it’s all the same
For every man must pay his fare on the Buncrana train.

For localists provocalists and those that like to sing
I’m sure McGarvey he’ll be there to dance the highland fling
As for singing and dancing, to him it’s all the same
For he’s the sole musicianer on the Buncrana train.

We passed Bridgend and reach Burnfoot and there we make a call
To view that ancient city and its Corporation Hall
The king of Tory Island is a man of widespread fame
His royal carriage is attached to the Buncrana train.

We go to Fahan to have a dip and walk along the strand
Then up the road to have a cup of coffee at The Stand
The barmaid, she is friendly, with her you can remain
Until it’s time for to go back on the Buncrana train


From the book – “My parents reared me tenderly, and other traditional songs sung in Inishowen”  compiled and annotated by Jim McFarland and Jimmy McBride

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