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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
Copyright ©
Tadgh Quill-Manley
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