School: Béal an Átha Móir (B.)

Location:
Ballinamore, Co. Leitrim
Teacher:
Seán Ó Heslin

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Humorous Verses about the Cavan and Leitrim Light Railway

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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0225, Page 100

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Composed by O Rourke, N.J, Drumhollowan, Cloone, whose son, Patrick kept the Central Bar, Ballinamore. Part of the inspiration came from the Central Bar. Mr. O Rourke, the poet, made many fine poems. He was one of the best local poets for the past 80 years. He was born about 18.. and died 19..
I hope to get a few more of them His grand-daughter, Mrs. Peter Gallagher teaches ?ruim ?uib ?ír School, 3 miles from B'more and lives in Ballinamore.

I
Ye jovial tourists who seek the purest
And grandest scenery in the land,
Pray pay attention whilst here I mention
A mode of travelling which will suit you grand.
II
Not the motor I'm going to vote for
Nor the premier cycle though all the rage
But my advice is whatever the price is
Go buy a ticket on the Narrow Gauge
III
Just travel by it, it will take you quiet,
The best company you're sure to meet,
Of donkey dealers and fowl retailers
From Church Lane, Canaloe and Chapel St.
IV
Now grand Directors, and Line Inspectors,
And local Pressmen so cute and so sage,
All travel gratis-you know what that is
While others must, pay on the Narrow Gauge.
V
Oh: nature's charms in all her forms
All along the line will enchant the view
St Caillen's gander saw nothing grander
When round through Wicklow all alone he flew.
VI
Moore's Lalla Rook is, (a beauteous book 'tis,)
With blooming, flowered on it's every page.
For Shearon's roses can't match the posies
That decked the borders of the Narrow Gauge.
VII
Green hills and mountains, clear rills and fountains
With the placid lakes. There are hills between
Monastic ruins, the wicked doings
Of cursed Cromwell and the Virgin Queen
VIII
Historians tell us what befell us
In the ancient times, persecution's age
Ere people spoke of a locomotive
Or knew the comfort of the Narrow Gauge
IX
Going to Dromod there are still some would
Prefer to sit behind Dooner's grey
If to Belturbet they'd surely spurn it.
The old brakes seem on all the blessed way.
X
If to Drumshambo you by the tram go
A slower passage no one could engage
Jack Redsy's donkey he calls him spunkey
Could blind K. Edward on the Narrow Gauge.
XI
Ye English loyal may shout disloyal
So here my meaning I will now define
King Ned is an engine made in Bengen
Fair lovely Bengen upon the lovely Rhine.
XII
So John Thornton, he's a cute and sly one
May seek promotion by some other stage.
Else, him I'll sentence to due repentance
Of twenty miles on the new Narrow Gauge.
XIII
'Twas my intention much more to mention
For half it's praises I have not yet sung
But the baby is balling, Molly's calling
With click, click, click o telegraphic tongue.
XIV
But sweet as thrushes in trees and bushes
And the pet canary in gilded cage
When I have leisure I'll sing with pleasure
The countless beauties of the Narrow Gauge.

Collector
W. Farrell
Gender
male
Occupation
teacher
Address
Ballinamore, Co. Leitrim
Informant
Tom Creamer
Gender
male
Occupation
teacher
Address
Stradermot, Co. Leitrim
Language
English