Drumcollogher – Percy French

I’ve been to a great many places,

And wonderful sights I’ve seen

From Aghernavoe to Ballinasloe

And back to Ballyporeen.

But when they talk of the towns that

Over the ocean lie –

When they say to me, ‘Pat, what do you think of that?’

I ups and I says, says I-

Chorus

I suppose you’ve not been to Drumcollogher?

Ye haven’t? Well now I declare,

You must wait till you’ve been to Drumcollogher,

And seen the fine place we have there.

There’s only one street in Drumcollogher,

But then, ‘tis a glory to see;

Ye may talk till you’re dumb, but give me ould Drum,

For Drum is the place for me.

They tell me there’s Isles of the Ocean

By India’s golden shore,

Where life all day long is a beautiful song,

With flowers and fruits galore;

They tell me the sun does be shining,

With never a cloud in the sky-

But when they have done with their clouds and their sun,

I ups and I says, says I- Chorus

I suppose you’ve not been to Drumcollogher?

Ye haven’t ‘Well’ now I declare,

You must wait till you’ve been to Drumcollogher,

And seen the fine sun we have there.

There’s only one sun in Drumcollogher,

But then, ‘tis a glory to see;

Ye may talk till you’re dumb, but give me ould Drum,

For Drum is the place for me.

I was over in London quite lately,

I gave King Edward a call;

Says the butler, ‘He’es out, he isn’t about,

An’ I don’t see his hat in the hall;

But if you like to look round, sir,

I think you will have to say,

Apartments like these are not what one sees

In your country every day’.

Chorus

Says I, ‘Have you been to Drumcollogher?

Ye haven’t? Well now I declare,

You must wait till you’ve been to Drumcollogher,

And seen the fine house we have there.

There’s only one house in Drumcollogher,

For hardware, bacon and tea;

If your master would come we would treat him in Drum,

Oh! Drum is the place for me.’