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were flying high,
    We pitied the poor animal,
    Who was described as nearly dying.
    But like a stroke of thunder,
    The Jobber spat on palm
    And clasped the farmer and his son,
    Now relaxed he was more calm.
    “I’ll give you eighty, nothing more
    And a round in the Roughty Bar,
    You’ll give me luck money, then I’m sure,
    Our friendship it won’t mar.
    I have a fine young girl at home
    Who would suit that son of yours,
    She has a healthy fortune,
    And two dazzling eyes of blue.
    “Ah! beauty never boiled the pot,”
    The cute old farmer said.
    I hope she sews and makes good tay,
    And goes early to her bed.
    She must be fond of children
    And tell a yarn, be it lie or true,
    She’d suit my son. Herself and me,
    And nurse us when we’ve flu.

K ENMARE’S BALLROOM OF ROMANCE
    ’Twas in the dance ball in
Kenmare,
the action all began,
    Just underneath the Library,and midnight’s hour at hand.
    The Ladies gathered earlier, some sat, some stood in rows,
    Awaiting for the pubs to close, as they powdered cheeks and nose.
    And then the noisy entrance of males both old and. young,
    Some unsteady on their feet all set for a good night’s fun. .
    The strains of lovely music, entranced the lads and girls,
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and his band,
    like sounds from another world.
    A line of girls stood staThely along the grey- brown wall,
    Being studied with cautious glances by the men across the hall.
    Ah the waltzes and the foxtrots and a bit of Ceili too
    Sent ripples through our heart strings and brought
    sweat a pouring through.
    Our partners pranced and danced with glee
    till the early hours of morn
    ’Twas often two or three o’clock at the crowing cocks ,we scorned.
    How great it was to trip around with a chap who could really dance.
    With one’s head upon his shoulder and the touch of his
    strong sound grasp.
    But woe betide, misfortune, t‘was many another bloke
    Who jumped right on our corns and nearly broke our toes.
    “Will you do a whirl with me.”, says he, how right he said his words,
    ’Twas like being up in Carrantoole, a sheltering from wild birds.
    No need for massage parlours in those far of bygone years.
    Because one got more pinching ,dancing midst shouts and cheers.
    Quite often there, some met their fate,
    in the good old plain dance balls.
    Astanding there aglowing, they got their marriage call.
    They courted in the old Lodge wood, or by the Golf links rails,
    Some ventured to the Churchyard with its big dark Iron gate.
    Miss Corbett had a shop so nice, in the centre of the town,
    We were escorted too to Bessys or the generous Mrs Browne.
    We drank a soft red mineral, it was orange or lemonade,
    Or icecream mixed with lime juice, Ah, it was a welcome treat.
    Those boys had no great riches, but they were generous to the core,
    They shared their menial earnings, and came from happy homes.
    The music was soft and lulling, we had time to chat and talk,
    As we danced to the glorious rhythm, of the foxtrot and the waltz.
    Songs 1 hear In memory’s ear,. haunt me clear and loud,
    1 can hear the strains of ‘Sweet Sixteen’ or romantic
    “Now Is the Hour.’ “
    ‘Forever and forever, as our partners politely bowed,
    1 can almost hear the music dear of
    ‘I wonder whose kissing him now?.
    They came from Kilgaryan and Kenmare.
    From Incheese and Cork’s Coolea,
    From Bonane, and Tahilla, Templenoe,
    Tuosist and from across the waves.
    Mangerton, Letter., Black valley. Crossroads and Roughty Vale,
    Cleady, Killowen and Tullig, and Cork City on Drag hunt Day.
    Ah some of them dressed in grandeur, while,
    others couldn’t care a dam,
    They wore their Sunday caipins, and the best suits that they had.
    Few owned a car . or even a bike, but they sauntered without a care,
    They bid goodbye to the old dance hall and left for the U.S.A.
    We sang them songs like Noreen Ban,and wished,
    them on their way,
    Some returned once or twice but others we ne’er saw again.
    Their names we hear at Mass time.
    When the good