Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!
The cars drove past the chapel and all caps were raised. They drove merrily along the country roads.The drivers pointed with their whips to Bodenstown.The fellows cheered. They passed the farmhouse of the Jolly Farmer. Cheer after cheer after cheer.Through Clane they drove, cheering and cheered.The peasant women stood at the halfdoors, the men stood here and there. The lovely smell there was in the wintry air: the smell of Clane: rain and wintry air and turf smouldering and corduroy.