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 Rileybr br