I’m going to sing a simple song just listen to the same
It’s all about a big bizarre that started in Calhame
T’is run by one called Johnny Tom who travel from afar
And soon upon the signboard be Johnny Tom’s Bazaar.
Johnny puts the spindle round and Tom conducts the gun
McFadden minds the bagatelle until the match is won
Doogan is the bandmaster and Byrne runs the bar
We all enjoy the merriment at Johnny Tom’s Bazaar.
Now Johnny leads a pleasant live and goes from place to place
Whatever his tent is pitched he finds a jolly face
But no jollier lads can be found from here to Zanzibar
Than the lads who assemble in Calhame at Johnny Tom’s Bazaar.
Now Johnny’s games are fair and free from fault no method has he
You may win a prize by posting a small fee
the beggar can chance his luck just like the Russians mighty Tsar
a penny often wins a pound at Johnny Tom’s Bazaar.
Eoin Antáin as we all admit is a crack shot at the gun
and when he enters for a match the boys all know he’ll win
for the others might as well try to hit the polar star
as to try to beat our sniper Eoin at Johnny Tom’s Bazaar.
McGee took up the gun this night he found it wouldn’t go
Tom shouted mind your eyes my boys and then he called for Joe
Joe came in and asked what’s wrong? And Tom did get his jar
This gun requires oiling at Johnny Tom’s Bazaar.
The gun went accidently off and hit poor Johnny John
He raised his hands unto his face and shouted “boys I’m done”
The doctor came and dressed the wound but still there was a scar
All caused by an accidental shot at Johnny Tom’s Bazaar.
When Jamesty heard that Johnnie John had got a damaged face
He feared upon Calhame it would bring disgrace
he drew his coat upon the floor and he began to spar
and swore he was the champion at Johnny Tom’s Bazaar.
The fun was going on gaily when Master George came in
He forced his way up through the crowd with many a laugh and grin
But Jamesty hit him on the eye and made it as black as tar
and Seoirse rolled upon the floor at Johnny Tom’s Bazaar.
Frank Braighnidh went there on the night some prized for to win
But when he saw his red haired girl his heart it was struck dumb
And when he went to leave her home a call came from the bar
Won’t you join in the merriment at Johnny Tom’s Bazaar.
Con Bonner’s got the pandy clock t’was won by Paddy Eoin Bhig
And when he won it he danced an Irish jig
But if he put on a khaki rig it would suit him better far
than posting pence on pandy clocks at Johnny Tom’s Bazaar.
The boys a disappointment got and felt it too full well
The night the lever watch was put upon the bagatelle
T’was won by a young sportsman who came all the way from Kilcar
To speculate a pound or two at Johnny Tom’s Bazaar.
Jimmy Bride has got some cash on hand since Christmas night
He means to buy some booze and put the boys all tight
But I suggest we collect it by motorcar
And drive the boys the country round with Johnny Tom’s Bazaar.
Now Johnny’s left the town the boys will miss the game
Some other sport will have to be found around about Calhame
So we’ll drink a health to John and Tom and short life to the war
And we may soon again see young Johnny Tom’s Bazaar.
By Hugh J. Maguire