The Trip to Gúgán

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I am one of those jolly young lads from the Cross
I’m fond of amusement as well as a glass
With a thirst I can’t quench and a heart that is free
Sure everything else plays the devil with me
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On the fifteenth of August of this present year
Tis a day I’ll remember some time, never fear
To far-off Gúgán Barra we went on a day
With the boys of the village light-hearted and gay
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On that holiday morning just after first Mass
We started away on our trip from the Cross
Two handsome long cars that were hired for the day
Were waiting there ready to take us away
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We had Buckleys and Haleys and Sullivans too
A Leary, a Connell, a Roche and a Drew
Such a crowd of McCarthys I neer saw before
And the Cronins were counted by the dozen or more
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We had girls as well all dressed up nice and neat
For to make our enjoyment entirely complete
Sure we paid for them all without pairing a taste
And the worth of our money rubbed out of their waist
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To sweet Ballingeary at first we drew near
When we moistened our lips with a pint of good beer
We drove off again just as fleet as a fawn
And about one o’clock we rolled into Gúgán
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The people came running to see us in scores
Some ran to the windows and more to the doors
Said some, Who are those who are dressed up so swell?
Said others, They’re grandees from Williams Hotel
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We were cold, tired and thirsty when the horses did stop
And each one was smacking his lips for a drop
We jumped from our cars and our band we struck up
And we marched in a body straight into a pub
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Some went boating all day in the lakes near at hand
Whilst others went drinking till they couldn’t stand
We thought we’d see sights that would dazzle our eyes
O the devil a bit only mountains and skies
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We started for home then before t’would get late
The horses were going at the devil’s own rate
I thought that they surely would fall on the road
Before they could carry such a drunken old load
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Cornelius O’Connell lost his new Sunday cap
Dan Buckley when seeing it jumped out in a hop
The lads wouldn’t wait for the cap was too far
So he ran half a mile to catch on to his car
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We were half the time standing on each other’s toes
Dan Murphy thanks God that he still has his nose
He was met with an elbow with such a bad thud
On my soul, lads, he lost half a gallon of blood
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When we reached Ballingeary we looked for some bread
But boxes of biscuits they gave us instead
The stomach being empty by each mother’s son
We finished twelve boxes before we were done
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But no porter the owner had in his hotel
But a bad brand of stout that had failed him to sell
And in order to cheat us, the clever old coon,
Good porter was hid in his private back room
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We arrived at the Cross when our day it was o’er
And we filled ourselves up with the porter once more
We recovered our senses next morning at dawn
And that put an end to our trip to Gúgán
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