Stepping onto the ferry
Having spent the night
In a roadside hotel
Where wagons continually sped by
Stepping off the ferry
With miles of open road ahead
All the way from Dublin to Killarney
From the blue sea to the Black Mountain
Stepping into the bars where tourists dwell
Also where the national anthem
Is observed at closing time
As in the days of old
Stepping out into the countryside
To take a ride in a pony and trap
Being told true and tall stories, by the man
Who had stepped out, and then stepped back
