Saturday, 24 August 2024

"The Big Night in Toberkeigh"

 "The Big Night in Toberkeigh"


A varied programme there will be

On this great night in Toberkeigh

In speech and song, by young and old

The heartfelt welcome will be told


Those words upon your tickets plain

The reason why you came explain

In car, on bikes, from far and near

You've come in hundreds to be here


The Church is packed from door to door

Until the pews will hold no more

A pity, friends, you can't all stay

To pack it out each Sabbath Day!


Now, Mr. Thompson*, this great band

Comes from each corner of our land

Some husbands left their wives so dear

And others slipped out when the coast was clear


They've come from Whitepark's golden strand

From Ballinlea with its great pipe band

From Mosside, too, with its lights so bright

That the people can't sleep in their beds at night


They've  left their hens in their litter deep

They've left the sow and the pigs asleep

They've left the cow with the crumpled horn

There's some of us won't be home till morn


Then, Mr. Thompson, need I say

That I'm glad to see you here today

And others, Sir, will follow suit

To welcome you into the Route


But perhaps before I leave and go

I'll mention what you ought to know

Now some advice I'd like to give

About this place where you're going to live


Your health card give to Dr. McVicker

There's none will make you better quicker

His bottles are such lovely colours

His pills far stronger than any others


We're glad that you've bespoke a wife

For bachelors live a lonely life

And soon you'll say of Toberkeigh

"'Tis the wife who runs this house, not me!"


Then Duncan Gault will keep you right

He'll see the fire and lamps are bright

Alex. Stewart will provide the money

You're wife'll say, "Hand it over, honey!"


The Session Clerk's McConaghie

A decent man as you can see

I'll not name all the rest, but, oagh!

There's Henry McIntyre frae Croagh


The Secretary's our friend John Moore

He was lifting tickets at the door

His job upon Committee night

To keep the minutes he must write


The choir they sing both loud and clear

Miss Huey trains them, so we hear

I'm sure with me you will agree

They are a handsome lot to see


Now I will close this simple ditty

For it is longer than it's witty

And find a seat upon the floor

To listen and to say no more.


John C. Faulkner**


* Rev Cowan Gamble Thompson was installed on the 10th November 1953


** Rev Faulkner was the Croaghmore minister