A Day To Remember

Years back one sunday morning I think 'twas in July The sun to shine reluctant hid in the cloudy sky I was on a bus to Ballybunion out by the Kerry sea And Dan Healy from Inches sat on seat next to me. 'Twas Dan Healy suggested that we get off at Listowel As it seemed a nice enough day to spend at the Fleadh Cheoil The Fleadh Cheoil only once a year and much to do and see And lots of entertainment and most of it was free. We got off the bus at Listowel as I remember yet And that festival of music is one I won't forget Traditional musicians from all parts of Ireland and some from overseas On side walks all around Listowel played old time melodies. The pubs and restaurants were full and doing a roaring trade And it was nice to stand and watch the musical parade Musicians from all Nations and places far away Brought happiness and colour to a memorable day. But our day out at the Fleadh Cheoil did not end in note of joy We waited for the Millstreet bus but it did not come by We'd been standing on our feet all day and thought of walking got me down As after seven Dan and I walked out of Listowel Town. We must have walked fifteen or sixteen miles my aching feet felt sore But Dan almost twice my age could have walked to Rathmore Whilst I lagged back and felt the pinch he briskly walked ahead And I could only drag my feet as if my shoes were lead. We waved our thumbs to every car but they kept speeding on And we thought of a roadside sleep that all hopes of a drive had gone Till one kind driver stopped for us he was Killarney bound And we felt glad so very glad that our feet were off the ground. As the saying go when your luck's in good luck with you will stay And outside Killarney we got a lift from one going Millstreet way Frank Hickey stopped to pick us up he lived quite close to Dan And I crawled into bed that morning a tired and worn out man. The memories come back to me of a great day in Listowel The music and festivities of Ireland's big Fleadh Cheoil And our long walk in the evening late my shoes seemed made of lead And Dan Healy years older than I quite briskly walked ahead.