My Son in Americay A long time ago in the county Mayo, this story it first began Before emigration was finally cured by the First Economical Plan A brave young lad had to leave his home and travel across the sea But he got well paid in the building trade when he got to Americay He got on very well but he sent nothing home and his mother began to think That he'd run away with a blonde or worse, he'd spent all his money on drink! So she wrote him a letter and folded it up and sent it on its way And on the cover she clearly wrote "To my son in Americay!" Well the postman collected this letter she wrote and he drove in his van to Cork Where he placed it on a liner at Cobh which landed it then in New York Sure there was the whiskey and everything else - the mailbags lay on the quay And among the rest was this letter addressed "To my son in Americay" Well American postmen, I needn't relate, they are rather like me and you And when they came to this letter at last, sure they didn't know what to do Well they looked up all the official lists- ah but those had nothing to say There was no directory could help them to find her son in Americay! Well it hung round the office for years and years and it gave all the boys a laugh Until at length sure it got some use - in the training of the staff And to every new postman that came on the job it was shown as Example Three As "Insufficiently addressed to 'Me Son in Americay'"! Now the son he got older and wiser too and at last to himself he said "How are things going with me mother at home, now is she alive or dead?" So he walked round the block to the GPO, there he stood with his cap in his hand "Well be any chance would there be a letter for me from me Mother in Ireland?" "Oh Yes! Kind sir - and here it is - we've been waiting for you for years! We knew that someday someone would come from Cork or old Donegal Sure its two hundred million are living here in the whole of the USA (??) MR apr97
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