The Grand Town of Macroom

Along the Muskerry Light Railway One can watch the flowers bloom It will not be much longer now ’Til the old town of Macroom Arriving at the station Collecting bags from overhead To depart I am too keen After all it is just not The train letting off steam The cattle mart’s in action I better not be late As a deal on a good Dexter cow In the next lot I await A good time to grab the paper And some salted butter too The Urban District Council is convening I wonder what they’ll do Sods of turf are being loaded On a cart they’ll set their course Up the dirt road to Clondrohid The little donkey’s tour-de-force I ask for the donkey’s name “Father Peadar,” I am told “A good writer he must be,” I said A decision rather bold To my lodgings, I head forth Owned by a local businessman No need to pay ‘till signing out That sounds like a plan