Words for Mullingar

IN PRAISE OF THE CITY OF MULLINGAR

You may strain your muscles
To brag of Brussels,
Of London, Paris or Timbuctoo
Constantinople
Or Sebastople,
Vienna, Naples or Tongtaboo
Of Copenhagen
Madrid, Kilbeggan
Or the capital of the Russian Czar
But they're all inferior to
The vast superior
And lovely city of Mullingar

That fair metropolis
So great and popolous
Adorns the region of sweet Westmeath
That fertile county
Which nature's bounty
Has richly gifted with bog and heath
Them scenes so charming
Where snipes a-swarming
Attract the sportsman that come from far
And whoever wishes
May catch fine fishes
In deep Loch Owel near Mullingar

I could stray forever
By Brusna's river
And watch its waters in their sparkling fall
And the ganders swimmin'
And lightly skimmin'
O'er the crystal bosom of the Royal canal
Or on Thursday wander
'Mid pigs so tender
And geese and turkeys on many a car
Exchangin' pleasantry
With the fine bold peasantry
That throng the market at Mullingar

Ye nine, inspire me
With rapture fire me
To sing the buildings both old and new
The majestic courthouse
The spacious workhouse
The church and steeple which adorn the view
There's a barrack airy
For the military (militaery)
Where the brave repose from the toils of war
Five schools, a nunnery
And a thrivin' tannery
In the lovely city of Mullingar

The railway station
With admiration
I next must mention in terms of praise
Where trains a-rollin'
And engines howlin'
Strike each beholder with wild amaze
And then there's main street
That broad an clean (clane) street
With its rows of gas lamps that shine afar
I could spake a lecture on the architecture
Of the lovely city of Mullingar

The men of genius
Contemporaneous
Approach spontaneous this favoured spot
And good society
And great variety
Of entertainment is still their lot
The neighbouring quality
For hospitality
And conviviality unequalled are
And from December
Until November
There's still divarsion in Mullingar

Now, in conclusion
I make allusion
To the beauteous females that here abound
Celestial creatures
With lovely features
And tapered ankles that skim the ground
But this suspends me
The theme transcends me
My muse's powers are too weak by far
It would take Catullus
Or likewise Tibullus
To sing the praises of Mullingar

Magnificient !! - Paddy