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1. The Dear Old Loughinlea (continued)

   

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   You'll never think you're sailing until you're landed in New York,
   Should you feel fatigued and tired, and need a good Cafe,
   Call into Smyths of I H St, he's from the Louganlea,

   You need no introduction, but just walk up to the bar,
   And mention Muff or Kingscourt, Lisnasasona or Drumbar,
   He's sure to look you over, and I bet you'll hear him say,
   I think I know your feature, Are you from the Loughinlea?

   He'll ask you a few questions, if business it is slow.
   How is Drieky Reilly or the death of Porrow Joe?
   I'll tell you that ni sunshine is the time to make they hay
   For of course he knows his business, when he's from the Loughinlea.

   Then some gay chumes shall gather round you and turn sadness into cheer,
   With whiskey, rum, and brandy, or a glass of "logger" (Lager) beer,
   But you always must remember, when it comes your turn to pay,
   To never look for credit, when you're from the Loughinlea,

   Now Hope you all may prosper ni the land beyond the foam,
   And don't forget the old folks that you have felt at home,
   And you're sure to be a credit to that mountain far away,
   Where you spent your days of childhood, it's the dear old Loughinlea.

   

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   S. Doherty

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Lios Balla, Co. an Chabháin

   Informant

   Michael Smyth

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   50

   Address

   Greagharue, Co. an Chabháin