The Johnstons singing The Coleraine Regatta Paul Brady is singing
Oh, kind folks, I'll tell you true and now my song commences,
On the year of seventy-two, the first of my adventures.
The Derry Standard came to us; it bore a special motto
Saying that on July the thirty-first comes of Coleraine Regatta.
Wack for all the da, oh, right for all the daddy
Wack for all the da tooren inten addy.
The morning it being fine and I prepared for starting,
I was led along the line by a man his name was Johnny Martin.
Going up into the Junction there I heard two engines whistle
And the points were drew together by a man named Frank McCrystle.
Wack for all the da, etc.
Oh, the ladies shook their dress and they sat there with compunction,
When I heard the guard express, "Take seats at Newtown Junction."
When I obtained my seat the fiddle began a-playing,
The engine she did beat and the people began hurraying.
The sparks were flying high as we passed through Carrymuddle
And I couldn't resist temptation so Sarah I gave a cuddle.
Manys a rosy cheek was there and manys an ugly bundle,
And manys a-lass received a smack as the train passed through the tunnel.
Oh, near Coleraine we drew where there my journey ended,
Sweet Portrush to view each lad and lass intended.
But I stood on the platform amid the whole narration,
And soon the din began to cease as the Portrush train left the station.
Oh, crowd by crowd did strive for to pass one another,
Husbands lost their wives and daughters lost their mothers.
And lads lost their lasses there, when passing by the inspector,
When I heard a fellow calling out, "Great God, I've lost my sister".
Then I walked through the gates exposed to every danger,
I feared to walk straight and worse, I was a stranger.
The multitudes were great and thousands passed me by,
When I heard a fellow call out, "Play-up McDonald's Strathspey".
Oh, some were selling matches there and others good bootlaces,
And some were calling, " Who will buy the true list of the races?"
There were lumps oh groups of boys and such as we call ladies,
But Harbison made me rejoice when he hooked me up to Fadys.
I thought my time was long, I thought every hour was Heaven
Till the band began to play and the clock she struck eleven.
One of the bands-men passed me by, and I heard his name was Lowery,
When the fife and drum struck up the tune we call "Kate from Gowrie".
They led me to the train, although my coat was muddy,
There was whisky in my brain and my senses they were fuddy.
And when we came to Castlerock the rum began to caper,
I was mocked, and being mocked by a black bird of a waiter.
From the carriage I was hauled like a wet sack at the Junction,
They set me on a seat where I sat with compunction.
Oh, a short time there I stayed, my conduct was not civil,
For the stationmaster prayed and he wished me to the divil.
There on the boards I lay, as I suppose, contented,
Some people with me stayed and for my case lamented.
But I got lying there till I had my slumber finished,
And safely homewards I was taken by the sons oh Tom McSkimmins.
Now I have sung my song that I have sung to please ye,
The more I kept you long, I didn't mean to tease ye.
But lads and lasses be aware and keep it as a motto,
Neither drink too much o' rum and beer when you go to Coleraine Regatta