Our Town
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A TOWN is made of houses—houses are made of stone,
Some are tied together, while others stand alone;
And ours is a twin-town and lit by the E.S.B.,
One is known as “Ballina”, and the other is
“Ardnaree.”
We know every town has ‘bars’, that give a passing
joy,
But we have ‘bars’ from milk to malt, and sand- bars
on the Moy!;
And natur’lly like every town, amusement is isn’t
free,
Even goin’ to the dogs, you need some £. s. d.
Tennis, hockey, rugby, golf—clubs for shootin’—G.A.A.,
Swimmin’, fishin’, poker, chips, and cruisin’ on Killala Bay
Clubs for boxin’, huntin’, poolrooms, schools of Art
and Drama too,
Papers—mills and movie shows, and neon signs of every
hue.
A Ballroom for the Rhumba fans, they hold Ceilidhes
there as well,
Dance Bands with some smashing crooners, and ladies
who can fortune-tell!;
Don Juans and Dawn Beauties, with urchin cuts and
Sloppy Joes!
Hoppin’ in that crowded ballroom, plays the dickens
with the toes.
All this for six thousand people, some of whom are
snobs they say,
A Brass Band with a blarin’ trumpet, collections every
day;
In case you think you’d like to live here, and maybe
join our little cliques,
I think it’s only fair to tell you that the rates are
thirty-five and six!
William (Willie) Barrett
Ballina,
1958.
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