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Says "It goes like this" then plays it completely different from any other version ever recorded.

1st Verse If you minded every minute - of your life you couldna think, all you'd min is bits and bobs - while at times it's just a blank. There's stuff that's kin a haesy - and other bits that's clear, but here's a tale that stayed with him - for nearly 50 years. McClement toul this wee story - coming back from some aul' night they were all jammed in the motor - squashed together brave an tight For incar entertainment - well the hater it only cracked an he cud mind the story - jist as clear again when he lucked back.

2nd Verse Clement's turn came 'round again - to spin a tale an yarn or two sez he, you'll not believe it - but this tale I tell is true. Of all the jobs he ever did - there was one he couldn't houle when he prenticed as an undertaker - to a man named Hugh Madole. Thon first days a undertaking - was the last he ever done it was of a farmer in the mountain - awy, by the name of Johnny Dunn. A poor neighbor man had foun him ded in bed - in notin' but his socks an the poor creature sent for Hugh - to put his boddy in a box. 3rd Verse He'd lived way up a lonely holla - him there all his workin life too busy lamin yeoz and such - awy, to get his sel a wife. Thon body had a tarrable hump - awy, and it crooked in every limb an it wouldna fit intae the box - that Madole had brought for him. His house was weenin' a hut in size - the stairs were steep and thin but they got thon coghin' up the stairs - and tried to jam him in. But wen his face went down his feet - they'ed rise up down the end and like when his feet went down - then his head would rise again.

4th Verse They tried it every road they could - an there heads was near astray so they dressed him an they pressed him - an moved him to the stair. Well they staggered down the stairs okay - and led him roun the foot an movin roun a right tight turn - his boddy - dam near well fell ot. Wel they didn't stare but some neighbors there - put a sort awake on an Madole he took a hammer - an nailed his clows to kep him ketched Then he took a beer right handy - from druth his trattle needed wet. wit one thing an another - with them bottles, they had a couple mare an a bite te ate, for thon aul' boy - had really rocked their nerve. 5th Verse Then al the neighbors waked him well - with sandwiches an drink an soon ye coudnae hear yer sel - with the chat as bottles clinked. Wit wise aul yarns an bits a crack - some eyes were gay and glazed then thro the dure came Fr. Murray - an they cud see he wasnaw plased. Sez he, agh God, uze are sitting - drinking an ateing here me soul an poor aul' Johnny Dunn, him lyin' there - his body hardly kaul'. Yez mocked him hard in life as well - an laughed behin his bak and his crookedness yous - made into a target for your crack.

6th Verse Ye called him humpy dumpy - with an all out humpy head an now ye sit an yarn an drink - like as if he knows no heed. Jost look at your hypocrisy - which makes me boddy wanta' boke he only hoped they mine te times - they made aul Johnny Dunn a joke. A kindly word or a helpin' han - was missin' when he lived an he doubted this would be the way - that he wanted to be grieved. A lot a while will separate - to clane the rotten in your hearts as yiz gathered up the neighbors - an this boon of cheeky blurts. 7th Verse It isn't only right for ye te sit - and yarn with drink an ate with poor aul' Johnny restin' in his box - an aff to meet his fate. But then an odd thing happened - as they heard a tearing clowth as those wee nails that trapped his clows - had lousned in the box. He raised up through the coghin' - and again we though he'd grown for he seemed to struggle forrid - an then let oot an awful moan. Madole was the only man in there - ach ayw, who kept a level head it's jist trapped gas, he said - an it happens when you're dead.

8th Verse But every other body there - raced oot the dure and ran for it and the screaming an the yellin - cud be heard way out a good bit. Well when Fr. Murray went to run - he couldnaw reach the dure for his coat had got a clickened - to a nail stuck in the fleur. There was a lot of scoul and lashin' - as he tried to get it loose as he tried to pull an free his sel - to get outside the hoose. He must have thought aul' Dunn - was howlin' him brave and tight but as a very reverent gentleman - he was putting up a fight. 9th Verse Would Johnny drag him tay the grave - or take him down to hell? aul reverend Murray raulled his eyes - an let oot a powerful yell. Let go af me ye clart - ye dirty, smelly, humpy, heathen hur an with that he made a struggle - as he tried to reach the dure. Sez he, release me now aul humpie - you crooket, twisted blurt an wit that aul' Fr. Murray thought - his crys had nerly worked. You dirty clart and humpie devil - may your fate be down below and that you find yer sel forever - in a place that's all a glow.

10th Verse With that the reverend did erupt - an he got busted oot and loose and never stopped his running - till in home at his own wee hoose. Well, when all the folk had vanished - Madole he took great care as they tied aul Johnny in the box again - an took him to the car. The herse was parked in Johnny's yard - they loaded him still bent and took him to the church yard - and left him there and went. He quit Madole's, McClement said, - an he never heard again of aul Fr. Murray, Johnny Dunn - or the wee hoose up the glen. Outry That was the tale he toult - of Madole, aul' Johnny Dunn and he an he thought an undertaking job for him - just wasn't meant to be. When McClement finished talking - not another word was heard for some of them were fast asleep - and the rest were sort a feard. It's been a lot of years since then - but it seems like yesterday and he mined it just as clearly - till they put him in the clay.

Great tune

Life fall of the laddie

Beautiful ❤

Great tune Pat! 🎵

I like it!!

This brings back precious memories of my Grandad he used to recite this to me when I was a wee girl. I couldn’t get of it. I’m 66 now and I still love it even though nobody knows what I’m talking about. Thank you for recording Murphy’s Flittin. Shx 🌷

That’s great!

Sorry Pat but only jemmy trainor (rip) who was one of curleys motor load and the jimmy mentioned in the song could do that song justice. No music just jemmy. Legend round here. But well done for getting the words.

It’s actually “in a place called ballyhoe”

It’s actually called “McCabe from cavanagh hill”

This is an amazing machine and the engine housing is unique in design terms. The fact that Pat is planning to use solar power to provide the energy required to operate it is so environmentally friendly. This will be a fabulous when it begins to operate as a tourist train in Cork City. Very empressed.