Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 226 15 Easy The Town Karnteel -- ! It's who'll reveal Its praises jushtifiable? For who can sing av anything So lovely and reliable? Whin Summer, Spring, or Winter lies From Malin's Head to Tipperary, There's no such town for interprise Bechuxt Youghal and Londonderry! There's not its likes in Ireland -- For twic't the week, be gorries! They're playing jigs upon the band, And joomping there in sacks -- and -- and -- And racing, wid wheelborries! Kanteel -- it's there, like any fair, The purty gurrls is plinty, sure -- ! And man-alive! At forty-five The leg's av me air twinty, sure! I lave me cares, and hoein' too, Behint me, as is sinsible, And it's Karnteel I'm goin' to, To cilebrate in principle! For there's the town av all the land! And twic't the week, be-gorries! They're playing jigs upon the band, And joomping there in sacks -- and -- and -- And racing, wid wheelborries! And whilst I feel for owld Karnteel That I've no phrases glorious, It stands above the need av love That boasts in voice uproarious -- ! Lave that for Cork, and Dublin too, And Armagh and Killarney thin -- , And Karnteel won't be troublin' you Wid any jilous blarney, thin! For there's the town av all the land Where twic't the week, be-gorries! They're playing jigs upon the band, And joomping there in sacks -- and -- and -- And racing, wid wheelborries! End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
Whin Summer, Spring, or Winter lies From Malin's Head to Tipperary, There's no such town for interprise Bechuxt Youghal and Londonderry!
They're playing jigs upon the band, And joomping there in sacks -- and -- and -- And racing, wid wheelborries!
I lave me cares, and hoein' too, Behint me, as is sinsible, And it's Karnteel I'm goin' to, To cilebrate in principle!
They're playing jigs upon the band, And joomping there in sacks -- and -- and -- And racing, wid wheelborries!
And whilst I feel for owld Karnteel That I've no phrases glorious, It stands above the need av love That boasts in voice uproarious -- !
Lave that for Cork, and Dublin too, And Armagh and Killarney thin -- , And Karnteel won't be troublin' you Wid any jilous blarney, thin!
They're playing jigs upon the band, And joomping there in sacks -- and -- and -- And racing, wid wheelborries!
