There is a place in Galbally
That you just have to go and see,
They stop their car and leave it there
To them it doesn`t matter where.
The first time that I ever drove through
I thought I was in a traffic queue,
Cars were stopped but no orderly queue
I wasn`t quite sure just what to do.
And when I looked, the cars were empty
This to me seemed very batty,
Lo and behold Oh my! Oh my!
I looked and saw the reason why.
There was a shop – or three – in one
This is where the people had gone,
Undertakers, grocers and a pub
This was the community's hub.
First go and buy a loaf of bread
Then you can go and visit the dead,
Have a drink and raise your glass in a toast
`Cause they have given up the ghost.
No need to go further afield
For this place has so much to yield,
I experienced all this first hand
Where else could it happen but Ireland.