The Town Karnteel--! It's who'll reveal <br />Its praises jushtifiable? <br />For who can sing av anything <br />So lovely and reliable? <br />Whin Summer, Spring, or Winter lies <br />From Malin's Head to Tipperary, <br />There's no such town for interprise <br />Bechuxt Youghal and Londonderry! <br /> <br />There's not its likes in Ireland-- <br />For twic't the week, be gorries! <br />They're playing jigs upon the band, <br />And joomping there in sacks-- and-- and-- <br />And racing, wid wheelborries! <br /> <br />Kanteel-- it's there, like any fair, <br />The purty gurrls is plinty, sure--! <br />And man-alive! At forty-five <br />The leg's av me air twinty, sure! <br />I lave me cares, and hoein' too, <br />Behint me, as is sinsible, <br />And it's Karnteel I'm goin' to, <br />To cilebrate in principle! <br /> <br />For there's the town av all the land! <br />And twic't the week, be-gorries! <br />They're playing jigs upon the band, <br />And joomping there in sacks-- and-- and-- <br />And racing, wid wheelborries! <br /> <br />And whilst I feel for owld Karnteel <br />That I've no phrases glorious, <br />It stands above the need av love <br />That boasts in voice uproarious--! <br />Lave that for Cork, and Dublin too, <br />And Armagh and Killarney thin--, <br />And Karnteel won't be troublin' you <br />Wid any jilous blarney, thin! <br /> <br />For there's the town av all the land <br />Where twic't the week, be-gorries! <br />They're playing jigs upon the band, <br />And joomping there in sacks-- and-- and-- <br />And racing, wid wheelborries!<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-town-karnteel/
