Hear the tune

Are you right there Michael

You may talk of Columbus' sailing across the Atlantical sea,
But he never tried to go railing from Ennis as far as Kilkee.
You run for the train in the morning, the excursion train starting at eight.
You're there when the clock gives the warning, and there for an hour you will wait.

And as you're waiting in the train, you'll hear the guard sing this refrain:

Are you right there Michael, are you right?
Do you think that we'll be there before the night?
You've been so long in starting, that you couldn't say for certain,
Still you might now Michael, so you might.

They find out where the engine's been hiding, and it drags you to sweet Corofin,
Says the guard "Back her down on the siding, there's the goods from Kilrush coming in." 
Perhaps it comes in in two hours, perhaps it breaks down on the way.
"If it does" says the guard, "be the powers, we'll be here for the rest of the day".

And while you sit and curse your luck, the train backs down into a truck!

Are you right there Michael, are you right?
Have you got the parcel there for Mrs. White?
You haven't? Oh begorrah, say it's coming down tomorrow,
And it might now, Michael, so it might!

At Lahinch, the sea shines like a jewel, with joy you are ready to shout.
When the stoker cries out "There's no fuel" and the fire is taytotally out.
But hand up that bit of a log there, I'll soon have you out of a fix.
There's a fine clamp of turf in the bog there, and the rest go a gathering sticks.

And while you're breaking bits of trees, you hear some wise remarks like these:

Are you right there Michael, are you right?
Do you think you can get the fire to light/
Oh, an hour you'll require, for the turf it might be drier, 
Well it might now, Michael, so it might.

Kilkee oh you never get near it. You're in luck if the train brings you back.
For the permanent way is so queer it spends most of it's time off the track.
Uphill the oul engine is climbing, while passengers push with a will.
You're in luck when you reach Ennistymon, for all the way home is downhill.

And as you're wobbling tru the dark, you'll hear the guard make this remark:

Are you right there Michael, are you right?
Do you think that we'll be home before it's light?
'Tis all depending whether this oul engine holds together,
And it might now Michael, so it might!