PADDY ON THE NEW RAILWAY (Paul O Brien)††††††††††

 

They opened up a new station, just before St. Patrick's Day

The councillors and all of the gentry came to get it safe underway

There was Bertie and all of the people, united in their great joy

Him dishing out lots of free hankies, for waving your loved-ones goodbye, goodbye

For waving your loved-ones goodbye

 

All the coaches were polished and shining, and the station right spick and span

No graffiti and none of your rubbish, and no empty Dutch Gold cans

In East Wall they had out the buntings, in the North Wall they flew the flag

And builders looked on contented, the next nixer was safe in the bag, the bag

Next nixer was safe in the bag

 

The Docklands are open at last, to travellers up from the west

And a feeder from O'Connell Street, to link it all up with the rest

Amid all of the commotion, an old man he caught my eye

Sitting there all on his own-i-o, I thought he was going to cry, to cry

I thought he was going to cry

 

There he sat on a bench reclining, now grinning from ear to ear

Saying "I havenít been out of the city, in all of my many long years"

I was gob-smacked into a silence, when I heard this gentlemanís tale

Over three quarts of a centaury, and never once beyond The Pale, The Pale

Never once beyond The Pale

 

"I've waited so long" he said wisely "I'm going to be taking my time,

So I'm holding out for warm weather, for a day when the sun it will shine."

"Itís then that I'm going to travel, to the midlands and to the west

Though I hope I don't get too wheezy, without any sea air on my chest, my chest

Without any sea air on my chest!Ē

 

ďAnd it won't cost me a penny, and I can stop off for a drink

In some far flung country tavern, a place I can sit down and think"

"And Itís there Iíll rest and Iíll ponder, all seventy seven years

And all of its ups and its downs, the laughter and even the tears, the tears

The laughter and even the tears

 

And then I shall rise up right slowly, at about half past two or past three

And I shall head home contented, to my home down by Anna Liffey"

I bade him good luck and we parted, and it filled up my heart with great joy

When he took out a hankie from Bertie, and merrily waved me goodbye, goodbye

Merrily waved me goodbye

 

Sometimes I reflect upon Paddy, why he never left town at all

I suppose heís seen all that he wanted, between Pigeon House and Bull Wall

I wish him well on his adventures; I hope they do not disappoint

And he be returned to us safely, to his little home down near the Point, the Point

His little home down near the Point