Micky Marley had a wee horse He kept it at the back of the house of course It wouldn't eat grass and it wouldn't eat hay But it would eat sugarlumps all day Micky got wood and wheels for a start Then he sat down and made a wee cart He hammered and he hammered and he foutered about Until he had built a roundabout Round and round and up and down Through the streets of Belfast town All the children laugh and shout For here comes Micky's roundabout And then he went from street to street A penny a time and pick your seat A hobby horse or a motorcar Jump on son and hold the bar The children's faces smile with glee Laughs and smiles a sight to see You haven't got a penny and your ma's gone out You can still get on his roundabout Round and round and up and down Through the streets of Belfast town All the children laugh and shout For here comes Micky's roundabout But then alas to his dismay The roundabout was burnt one day Poor Micky lost everything he had And all the children were so sad But his friends they gathered round From every part of Belfast town They hammered and they hammered and they fouterd about And built him a brand new roundabout Round and round and up and down Through the streets of Belfast town All the children laugh and shout For here comes Micky's roundabout Hobby horses don't get old I'm winter beds they all feel the cold But Micky knows each winter pass The roundabout is still at last No more we'll hear the happy sounds Of his roundabout in Belfast town We thank the horse and the wee small man For the joy they spread across the land Round and round and up and down Through the streets of Belfast town All the children laugh and shout For here comes Micky's roundabout Round and round and up and down Through the streets of Belfast town All the children laugh and shout For here comes Micky's roundabout