Floating Bridge of Ennismore

'Twas in the month of April the birds were all atune

The ice was off the lake and the meadows all in bloom

To see the cats and dogs out sleeping in the sun

Put me in mind a car to find to make our whiskey run

Old Harold and his motorcar soon did find employ

For me and Pat and Mack and Jack and fifteen other boys

To cross the floating bridge now that was our intent

To make it back with a jug intact before the day was spent

There's a blessing on the bridge

But the taverns have been cursed

For bringing home the whiskey the time could not be worse

Waves are running high and the wind is bloomin' cold

To bring the whiskey over the blessing may not hold

To cross the bridge from Ennismore now 'twas a foolish feat

The ice had torn the railings down, the lake was cold and deep

Crossing in the morning that sunny springtime day

All full of pluck we trusted luck to guide us on our way

Dear old Father Kylety, God rest his priestly soul

Had put a curse on every place where liquor's bought and sold

Though the priest had blessed

The bridge on which we must return

We feared the drink our car would sink

And leave our souls to burn

The whiskey jug was safely stowed down behind the seat

Betwixt a jar of grease and fifteen pairs of feet

No sooner had we climbed aboard and fired her up to go

The sky turned black, the thunder cracked

And the wind began to blow

The floating bridge was dancing wild upon the waves

Sunk up to the axle we could not see our way

I took that cursed whiskey and flung it o'er the side

The wind died down, the lake was calm, the sun began to shine

Old Harold he was crying now, let's go back for more

Says I, You fool we'll make for home and never drink no more