Carefree Anglo-Irish Cycling Song Poem by Pamela Ann Frances Crane

‘Tis a lovely Sunday mornin’ makes me glad to be alive,
‘Tis the kind of misty mornin’ when the scents o’ summer thrive!
O the fish is up an’ the milk is up, an’ the rest they lie abed,
While I’m ridin’ down the seaside with a singin’ in my head!

There’s a little bit o’ cloud about; the sun is peerin’ through,
An’ the lupins an’ the roses are bespeckled with the dew...
O the fish is up an’ the milk is up, an’ the rest they lie abed,
While I’m ridin’ down the seaside with a singin’ in my head!

An’ the swallows are a-flyin’, an’ the seagulls overhead
Are a-wheelin’ and a-cryin’, will I give them bits o’ bread?
O the fish is up an’ the milk is up, an’ the rest they lie abed,
While I’m ridin’ down the seaside with a singin’ in my head!

An’ the sun is all for makin’ golden ribbons in the sea,
An’ the silver fish are swimmin’ up the shingle just for me!
O the fish is up an’ the milk is up, an’ the rest they lie abed,
While I’m ridin’ down the seaside with a singin’ in my head!