Killigrew's Soiree
(专辑: Folk Songs Dramatic And Humorous - 1953)
You may talk of Clara Nolan's ball or anything you choose But it could not hold a
snuffbox to the
spree at Kelligrews If you want your eyeballs straightened just come out next week with me And you'll have to wear your glasses at the
Kelligrew's Soiree There was birch rine, tar twine, cherry wine and turpentine Jowls and cavalances, ginger beer and tea Pig's feet, cat's meat, dumplings boiled in a
sheet Dandelion and crackies teeth at the
Kelligrews Soiree Oh I
borrowed Cluney's beaver as I
squared my yards to sail And I
swallow tail from Hogan that was foxy on the
tail Billie Cuddahie's old working pants and Patsy Nolan's shoes And an old white vest from Fogarty to sport at Kelligrews There was Dan Milley, Joe Lilly, Tantan and Mrs. Tilley Dancing like a
little filly, 'twould raise your heart to see Jim Brine, Din Ryan, Flipper Smith and Caroline I
tell you boys we had a
time at the
Kelligrews Soiree When I
arrived at Betsy Snooks' that night at half past eight The
place was blocked with carriages stood waiting at the
gate With Cluney's funnel on my plate the
first words Betsy said Here comes the
local preacher with the
pulpit on his head There was Bill Mews, Dan Hughes, Wilson, Wilson, Taft and Teddy Roose While Bryant he sat in the
blues and looking hard at me Jim Fling, Ton King, and Johnson, champion of the
ring And all the
boxers I
could bring at the
Kelligrews soiree The
Saritoga Lancers first, Miss Betsy kindly said Sure, I
danced with Nancy Cronan and her Granny on the
Head And Hogan danced with Betsy, you should have seen his shoes As he lashed old muskets from the
rack that night at Kelligrews There was boiled guineas, cold guineas, bullocks' heads and little Winnies And everything to catch the
pennies, you'd break your sides to see Boiled duff, cold duff, apple jam was in a
cuff I
tell you boys we had enough at the
Kelligrews soiree Crooked Flavin struck the
fiddler and a
hand I
then took in You should see George Cluney's beaver flattened to the
brim And Hogan's coat was like a
vest, the
tails were gone you see Oh says I the
devil haul ye and your Kelligrews soiree