Connemara Bus
Quote from dawil1 on February 13, 2006, 5:50 pmI am looking for the words to the song The Connemara Bus and perhaps does anyone have a cd you can mail to me with that song on it. I hope someone can help me out?
Mike Sullivan
I am looking for the words to the song The Connemara Bus and perhaps does anyone have a cd you can mail to me with that song on it. I hope someone can help me out?
Mike Sullivan
Quote from admin on February 13, 2006, 8:28 pmHi Mike,
I think that Sean Dunphy has probably recorded it. Don't have the album myself though, sorry.
Pete
THE CONNEMARA BUS
It passes each day down the village street
Is there any chance of a vacant seat?
There might be now, take the weight off your feet
On the Connemara busYou'll get to Galway whate'er befalls
Driving along by the low stone walls
The women all wearing their bright woolly shawls
On the Connemara busAs you ride through the country the air is sweet
Perfumed by the heather and reeks of peat
And the sunbeams are dancing at your feet
On the Connemara busThe journey would surely be worth your while
The yearns in Gaelic would make you smile
The women all discussing the latest stiles
On the Connemara busNow baskets of eggs will be perched on the rack
You'll hear the ducks as they go quack, quack, quack
Their yellow beaks stinging out of the sack
On the Connemara busYou'll certainly know it is market day
The chickens chirping all the way
We talk about prices as we sway
On the Connemara busTo the city of Galway it goes once a week
It's a great excursion so to speak
With laughing women all rosy of cheek
On the Connemara busTo all new comers we smile and we nod
Be careful there of that fishing rod
It's a grand soft day so thanks be to God
For the Connemara bus
Hi Mike,
I think that Sean Dunphy has probably recorded it. Don't have the album myself though, sorry.
Pete
THE CONNEMARA BUS
It passes each day down the village street
Is there any chance of a vacant seat?
There might be now, take the weight off your feet
On the Connemara bus
You'll get to Galway whate'er befalls
Driving along by the low stone walls
The women all wearing their bright woolly shawls
On the Connemara bus
As you ride through the country the air is sweet
Perfumed by the heather and reeks of peat
And the sunbeams are dancing at your feet
On the Connemara bus
The journey would surely be worth your while
The yearns in Gaelic would make you smile
The women all discussing the latest stiles
On the Connemara bus
Now baskets of eggs will be perched on the rack
You'll hear the ducks as they go quack, quack, quack
Their yellow beaks stinging out of the sack
On the Connemara bus
You'll certainly know it is market day
The chickens chirping all the way
We talk about prices as we sway
On the Connemara bus
To the city of Galway it goes once a week
It's a great excursion so to speak
With laughing women all rosy of cheek
On the Connemara bus
To all new comers we smile and we nod
Be careful there of that fishing rod
It's a grand soft day so thanks be to God
For the Connemara bus